In desperate need of a remedy for you holiday-weekend-hangover hangover? Well, you’re in luck, because today’s edition comes with a double-dose of bludgeoning, blackened relief. Marking the music industry’s semi-standardized move from a Tuesday to Friday release slate, this week drags both the final batch of traditional releases (RIP) and the first Friday rollout with […]
Happy early Independence Day, everyone. If you’re looking for a fireworks factory worth of new metal to help get you from here to wherever it is you’ll be watching Randy Quaid fly a fighter jet into the g-spot of an alien space station this weekend, then we have just what you need. Crack something domestic […]
After a brief deviation from the script last week, This One Goes To Eleven returns to regularly scheduled programming today with yet another batch of soul-crushing, life-affirming heavy. Needless to say, don’t touch that dial.
While it might be hard to believe, we are now halfway through the year, and in our crusty, charred corner of the music journalism world that means one thing and one thing only: It’s time to start brandishing premature, list-based proclamations like a street oracle does his cardboard countdown to the coming rapture. Sure, in […]
With Northside Festival looming and summer fuck-it starting to sink its fangs in, this week has been tougher than most, so let’s just skip the preamble and get at this before I decide to start shoving Buzzfeed-ish lists down your throats.
After a little mental health sabbatical last week, your second favorite neighborhood halfway house for hesh is back and serving up another ladle-full of sonic torture. It is the antidote to all that ails you; the elixir of life and death; so drink and be merry.
With Maryland Deathfest on the way this weekend, some of you are probably a little preoccupied at the moment and I get that. But the best way to prep for a metric ton of metal is with even more metal, so make sure to give this week’s installment of This One Goes To Eleven a […]
A slow(er) release week and some post-birthday malaise have conspired to streamline proceedings today, but with a legitimate metal AOTY contender waiting in the wings, trust that you won’t be left wanting.
Happy Cinco De Mayo everyone. Nothing says despair like a frozen raspberry lime-a-rita, so pour one of those puppies and join us as we clank through a bone pile of new releases, face-melting shows, and crazy headlines until there’s nothing left.
The Mets have the best record in baseball, the Rangers are on to the second round of the Stanley Cup Playoffs, and spring is pretty much in full swing. In other words, that bud of contentment in the pit of your being is in serious danger of blooming into actual, terrifying happiness. Thankfully, however, we’re […]