OK, no time for niceties this week. WAY too much to get to, which, let’s be honest, is good news for both of us. Now will someone count me in for fuck’s sake??
Alright. Here we go. This One Goes To Eleven is officially back from the August dead, and just in time too, with one of the craziest metal weeks of the year waiting in the wings. Grab those headphones, credit cards, and PBRs and let’s get down to business.
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.
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 […]
There are few things on earth more metal than surgery. Take it from a guy who was too busy blowing black goo out of his sinus cavities last week to write this little column. With ten days of recovery time and the muse of recent trauma now in the ol’ psycho-emotional pocket, however, I’m glad […]