Baseball season is here and obviously The Mets are going to win the world series this year… as sure as eggs is eggs, and just like the following suggestions are the best shows to hit up this weekend.
Happy Labor Day weekend, everyone. Here’s the last little bit of labor you’ll see from me until Tuesday.
Happy labour day weekend, everyone. Summer is officially ending and not a moment too soon given the weather this week… you can still hit a couple of outdoor shows, even head to the beach if you want, but I would personally like to welcome our hopefully less humid autumnal overlords.
After several crazy weeks, things cool down on the release front this weekend—the last of July, in case you’ve been slacking on your summer metal binge and need a kick in the ass. As always, however, quality reigns over quantity, and in that respect, we are doing just fine once again.
This is probably the best weekends-worth of shows all year, so you should probably stop reading at this point and make your plans, if you haven’t missed the boat already.
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 […]
Though 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 […]
It’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.
While 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 […]