Thanks to a nasty winter cold and an additional jubilee of weather-related psycho-emotional maladies, I’m feeling a little flat today. Apologies in advance for any perceived auto-piloting. New metal is always goatshead soup for the sold-soul, however, so let’s just get at it and see how this goes.
Welcome to list season, everyone, when our dysfunctional family of taxable tastemakers, comment board critics, and casual passersby gather around the long table we call the internet to spit opinions into one anothers’ faces and flatulate. Randy Blythe will be arrested in a Best Buy, new albums will only matter if they have top insert-integer-of-choice […]