Happy Cinco De Mayo everyone. Nothing says despair like a frozen raspberry lime-a-rita, so pour one of those puppies and join us as we clank through a bone pile of new releases, face-melting shows, and crazy headlines until there’s nothing left.
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 […]
Come for the metal. Stay for the metal. By now you know the drill, so let’s just get to it.
This week welcomes the first extreme festival of the season in New York’s Alright, a brass-knuckled blast of Record Store Day releases, and more batshit headlines than the front page of the Daily News, so strap on the gloves, grab your mouth guard, and, as always, get ready to rumble.
Eight months ago, when I first started filling this space with the rantings and ravings of both myself and the metal underground at large, I strongly considered calling it “Tuesdays Have No Feel”, in tribute to one Seinfeld’s finest nothing-isms ever. Revisiting that today, however, l now see that would have been a misnomer of […]
Welcome to April everyone. If we are to believe the pundits (and Adam D’s year-round party shorts), there’s more bearable weather right around the corner. Until it arrives, however, feel free to follow me back down to hell where the brimstone fires are stoked and the magma pools are just begging for a beer and […]
Happy St. Patrick’s Day everyone. Pour a Guinness, throw on some Primordial, and settle in with another edition of This One Goes To Eleven, now an official green-Exorcist-puke-free institution.
Perhaps it’s the fact I don’t want to write it, or maybe it’s because music this twisted can only really speak for itself, but when a release crop this good comes along, it’s always tempting to just say screw the intro, which is, of course, both its own form of intro and an invitation […]
Thanks to a nasty winter cold and an additional jubilee of weather-related psycho-emotional maladies, I’m feeling a little flat today. Apologies in advance for any perceived auto-piloting. New metal is always goatshead soup for the sold-soul, however, so let’s just get at it and see how this goes.
I want to begin this week by offering a titanic thank you to everyone who turned out to The Acheron on Saturday night for our latest rager featuring Horrendous, Artificial Brain, Throaat, and Kosmodemonic. That was one of raddest Brooklyn metal turnouts I’ve seen in quite some time and a perfect welcome party for the […]