Anddddd we’re back. Apologies for the Thanksgiving-related departure last week, but what’s the point of all this goat-slaying satanic black metal without a nuclear family and a tiny hometown to terrify with it?
Welcome to the apocalypse, America. Here’s your fucking soundtrack.
With October lumbering in the rear view like Leatherface with a chainsaw, we now turn our metallic attentions somewhat ambivalently toward the holiday season, where list-mas lurks just a few weeks off. Before we get there, however, we have a ton of ground to cover, so let’s get to it.
Welcome to our first transmission from planet August, where the shows are drying up, the records are coming in drips, and we are still here, on hands and knees, lapping at the interstellar riverbed.
Burned out on this heatwave? Join the fucking party, pal. Trust me when I say it’s cooler down here, six feet under.
Back at it again after a protracted holiday break. Today marks the beginning of the back half of summer, so let’s enjoy it (and its attendant gore pile of releases, shows, and news) while its still around.
While perhaps reading like summer apathy, it’s in exactly the opposite spirit (read: too much to fucking cover) that we launch headlong into this thing this week. Good night and good luck.
I want to start this week by saing thanks to everyone—especially Slaves BC, Blackest, Thera Roya, and Pants Exploder—who came out to This One Goes To Eleven’s showcase at The Acheron on Friday night. Hopefully I’ll doing more of that moving forward, so stay tuned and remember to support your local bands. Now, on to […]
Apologies for the feature-related interruptions of this section of late, but time and words—as I’ve learned the hard way—are definitely finite resources. Moving forward you can expect about the same deviation as you’ve been getting, but rest assured, when I don’t have something more substantial already cooking, I will be here, churning these things out […]
Since we were tackling other topics last week, I’d like to take this moment to wish Saint Vitus a belated, but very happy, 5th birthday. I was up there on Friday and to hear Pallbearer—a band born and bred a thousand miles away, both geographically and culturally—talk about Vitus as a sort of adopted home, […]