Call it the Maryland Deathfest hangover or call it an aberration, but it’s a slightly thin slate for the defacto opening release week of summer. Don’t worry, though, there’s still enough new stuff to go around, and if that doesn’t scratch the itch, a show or two always will. WHAT TO HEAR: Over the past […]
There are 400 miles to Chicago, we have half a can of beer, it’s spring, and we’re wearing all black. Let’s do this.
Spring release season is officially here and with it a bunch of goths in all black screaming about Pagan sun gods. God I love stupid, stupid metal. Let’s do this.
Another week of winter is in the books and with it, plenty of metal—both live and otherwise—to keep you warm. Huddle up and thaw those hands beside the hellfire.
Welp, the lists are officially out, and while I don’t necessarily object to semi-major sources pumping out their year-enders before December—SEO is an early-bird’s worm, after all—you won’t find one here for at least another two weeks. In other words, keep your eyes peeled and pants on. It’s coming, but as with everything in this […]
And so the weary traveler stepped through the gates of list season and was greeted with a hot meal…and a knife in the back.
Welcome to another Halloween edition of This One Goes to Eleven, where we’ll be more or less doing the same thing we do, week-in, week-out from January to January. But hey, if that’s what got you in the door today, that’s cool with me. Let the (sonic) terrors reign.
After an illness-related layoff last week, we are back with metal (and phlegm) aplenty, which seems like a fitting introduction to the bubbling grotesquery ahead. Happy Friday the 13th, everyone. WHAT TO HEAR: Batting lead off this week (it’s the MLB Playoffs!!…No? Anybody?) are long-running local trio Belus and their scathing new full length, Apophenia […]
Plenty of diamonds in the rough this week, so grab the canary and hop a mine cart headed down.
Happy Independence Day weekend, heathens. I hope your celebration of liberty (or funeral procession, given the way things are going) is filled with beers, boats, and Pantera—as it always has been and always will be.