Top 5 Shows of the Weekend

Thou performs at the Black Cat in Washington, D.C.

Happy new year! We made it to 2017! Hopefully everyone had a good break (if indeed you were lucky enough to have one), sincere best wishes to everyone for the coming year, I’ve a feeling we’re going to need all the help we can get. Thankfully, in terms of live shows, 2017 is kicking off in style.

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This One Goes To Eleven: 5 most horrifying metal albums of 2015

a0842848921_16Though typically reserved for Mothers-Against-HBO’s monthly letters to customer service, desensitization is also a fact of life for extreme music fans in the year 2015. With the metal world larger, and more inclusive, than ever before, with the once-reviling GWAR now little more than a post-everything Alice Cooper—with a fucking chainsaw solo carved into the listening canon—disorientation, and its attendant scares, have become increasingly difficult to orchestrate. Enter, then, 2015’s 5 Most Horrifying Metal Records, which have, despite all those impediments, managed to scare the unliving shit out of us time and time again over the course of the past 10 months. Grab your headphones, hit the lights, and check them out.

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This One Goes To Eleven: Weekly metal roundup

YggHuurIt’s a slower week here at the metal lake house, so grab your finest pair of black cut-offs, double bass kick back, and enjoy the late 3rd quarter calm before the 4th quarter storm. Oh, and if you’re thirsty, the beer is in the fridge, as always.

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Top five shows this July 4th weekend

20_blacklips_lgWhile the rest of world lumbers off down constipated highways to flesh-choked cultural landfills like Myrtle Beach and others of equal or greater disgustingness, you, Mr. or Ms. Independence, have chosen to throw a wrench into the gears of the infernal machine–to say fuck, the tzaztiki and turn your back on the pneumatic bolt gun-destined sheep herd–and stay in NYC this July 4th.  And while I’ve picked the divergent path, I applaud the decision, and must say, despite the sarcasm, I’m genuinely jealous, but not of the cheap beer, rocket pops, or sparklers–which I can put out my soon-to-be diabetic eye on anywhere–but instead the killer array of shows hitting the city this weekend; holiday, and my personal travel plans, be damned. So without further ado, check out five of our favorites from the comfort of your underwear while I give myself a pre-frontal lobotomy on the steering wheel. Happy fuckin’ 4th everyone.

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