After a little mental health sabbatical last week, your second favorite neighborhood halfway house for hesh is back and serving up another ladle-full of sonic torture. It is the antidote to all that ails you; the elixir of life and death; so drink and be merry.
With Maryland Deathfest on the way this weekend, some of you are probably a little preoccupied at the moment and I get that. But the best way to prep for a metric ton of metal is with even more metal, so make sure to give this week’s installment of This One Goes To Eleven a […]
A slow(er) release week and some post-birthday malaise have conspired to streamline proceedings today, but with a legitimate metal AOTY contender waiting in the wings, trust that you won’t be left wanting.
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 […]
I hung out with my girlfriend’s parents all weekend, so chances are I need this more than you right now. Misery does love company, however, so join me as I turn this shit to the ozone, pour something stiff, and pound my forehead off the wall. With a little luck and a lot of faith […]
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.