Since we last spoke, we all survived a day dedicated to a groundhog, another Pats Super Bowl win, and a false spring. In other words, you’ve earned a catharsis, and hopefully we here in the TOGTE Metal and Mental Wellness Department can help to provide it.
After a typically slow January, the ol’ metal skillet is starting to heat up with a fistful of new and notable releases. Lock on and dig in, because this is where the year truly begins.
Finally, after more than three weeks of nothing much to write about/too much shit to do, we are back with the first This One Goes to Eleven of 2019. If you’re a regular visitor, welcome back. If you’re new to the section, please make sure to fill out your waiver. You’re gonna need it.
New year, new you, new resolutions—like seeing more shows or broadening your musical horizons or just getting to Vitus once more time before, well, you know things go for independent venues in North Brooklyn these days. Are we on the right track? If so, FREEWilliamsburg and This One Goes to Eleven are psyched to announce […]
I don’t want to get into a whole thing on year-end list culture. About how it’s either a group-think circle jerk or a navel-gazing troll job. About how it’s become more about personal taste than critical analysis. About how there’s too much to listen to and too many people just looking to validate their own […]
OK, in all likelihood this will be the last one of these this year. There will be a TOGTE year-end list of some form—and also FREEWilliamsburg’s top albums which I’ll contribute blurbs to—but this is probably it for semi-poetic waxing on new releases and weekly ticket link dumping until the first week of January or […]
Last one of these suckers before Thanksgiving, so drink it in like cheap Chardonnay and bring some new tunes home to mom. WHAT TO HEAR: Leading the way this week is Let Pain Be Your Guide (Gilead Media), the debut “full-length” from emotive Texas hardcore outfit Portrayal of Guilt. Weaponizing frustration and disillusionment, Let Pain […]
We may be speeding headlong into the groupthink purgatory that is list season, but don’t worry, because there’s still plenty of fresh produce to go around…for now.
The homestretch. The beginning of the end. List season. Hell of earth. Whatever you call it, it’s here. Happy November, folks.
It’s Halloween weekend, and that means there’s more metal records and shows than you can shake a King-Size Kit Kat at. I mostly find myself wishing metal would be more off-brand than on it these days, but today I’m willing to make an exception.