After a two-week hiatus brought upon by the uncontrollable clatter of #reallife speeding towards the next crest in the proverbial carnival ride, This One Goes To Eleven is back and pretty much the same as ever. By this point awards season is well and truly underway, but before we get to the whole list thing, […]
Happy Friday the 13th, everyone. Let us celebrate in style.
Take a deep breath everyone. The cold withering death of November is officially in the air and to celebrate, we are releasing the floodgates on plenty of fucked up music today. Strap yourselves in, remember the safe word, and get to it.
Alright, TOGTE is officially back from last week’s brief commercial interruption, and given the 5 straight days of CMJ jangle-core I just siphoned into my ear hole, it’s back with vengeance. Needless to say, don’t touch that dial.
Having exhausted just about every “metal” opinion in my skeleton last time out, this week arrives, mercifully, sans the big talking points. There’s still more than enough insanity to go around, however, so grab the Thorazine and let’s get at it.
Welcome back to your friendly metal Costco everyone, now with 50% less staph infections and double the old-man fights. Please enjoy your shopping experience and come again soon.
While doom has been in some sort of self-imposed stasis for much of the summer, the lumbering horde returns today with a hammer-wielding vengeance spearheaded by new records from (spoiler alert) Windhand, My Dying Bride, Tyranny, and more. Before we get there, however, we do have one order of business to attend to…
Between global economic collapse, whispers of war in Korea, and other assorted chaos and destruction, this week began like it might just be the last. And although it now looks we will live to see another one, below lies a fitting soundtrack to apocalypse, should you want to keep one on hand. Plug in and […]
Welcome to the very first Friday installment of This One Goes To Eleven, everyone. Semi-mandated by the new Global Release Day, proceedings have moved to an altogether badder and boozier time slot, so join me in saying TGI-motherfucking-F for the first and, mercifully, final time.
The Mets have the best record in baseball, the Rangers are on to the second round of the Stanley Cup Playoffs, and spring is pretty much in full swing. In other words, that bud of contentment in the pit of your being is in serious danger of blooming into actual, terrifying happiness. Thankfully, however, we’re […]