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.
Few things on this baking trash heap we call earth are more “metal” than a Friday the 13th, and we (OK, me) here at This One Goes To Eleven are embracing that cliche with our first showcase in over a year. Spearheaded by Pittsburgh doom-core heathens, Slaves BC (who released one of the finest debuts […]
Between 30 inches of snow and the pitiless winter illness that blew in on it, I’m running on veritable empty this week, so please forgive me if we just skip the usual pleasantries and get at it. The completion of this damn thing may well depend on it.
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.