Fresh hot metal for you!
Noah’s got new hip-hop for April!
They were young, money and booze and tour life made things shitty, then it all fell apart, it’s nothing really new or altogether special.
Stu Horvath ponders the alchemy behind taste as he reconsiders a “cheeseball” artist from his nascent metal education.
Astrid Budgor’s got a whole slew of albums for fans this month, including an oldie but a goodie you can still find on vinyl.
Fresh hip hop selections for March!
Astrid casts a wide net this month and catches an eclectic mix of metal to melt your face off.
While there are many bands I love that I feel don’t get their due, I’m particularly chapped that I can hardly find mention of Just a Fire online
Keiki Kobayashi might not be Hans Zimmer but in terms of effect achieved he’s damn close.
New year. New metal.
Unwinnable reflects on this year’s Can You Hang Challenge.
If the outbreak happened outside my window, I’d be digging through drawers for my most metal band shirts and cursing my lack of foresight in not purchasing a black Violator babydoll.
In the spirit of List Season, Astrid made a roundup of metal records she missed over the course of the 2018.
Matt Marrone’s picks his favorite album of 2018 and celebrates 25 years of friendship.
Our soundtrack for 2018 was as weird and wide-ranging as ever.
Asian math rock band GDJYB has all the intricate musical structures of regular math rock, but centers soft, politically charged vocals.
Astrid’s on a K-pop kick right now, so you know this month’s metal has to be good if it pulled her away.
Hardcore has always struggled with this idea of restoration. As a sound it implodes buildings, razes the ground, acts as a cleansing flame.
He’s got a dangerous sort of attraction, a wild romanticism that calls out for attention in ways that the standard Asian male stereotype isn’t necessarily ready to handle.
Believe it or not, Carly Rae Jepsen’s new single sets the tone for Thronebreaker: The Witcher Tales.
Despite access to all the content in the world via broadband streaming, live performance will never lose its allure.
Make noise, refuse to settle, share the heat with somebody, check in with your loved ones.
Astrid Budgor may be sick, but so is NECRONOMIDOL’s newest album.
It’s all love this time around in a month full of new metal favorites.
For every post-Nirvana success story, there are cemeteries choked with the tombstones of failed major label alternative and grunge bands.
“This is America” has been made into a dire warning for more than just the United States.
There are 14 members of Brockhampton and just one of you.
A hootenanny revival becomes a gothic short story after a song about booze and memories best forgotten.
I was punished for telling my high school music teacher to take Aretha Franklin’s name out of his undeserving mouth.
It’s hard to argue against the rise of antifa black metal bands. But then, it’s hard to extricate current stylings from black metal’s past too.
What can I say, it’s a death metal kind of month.
How grindcore taught me to appreciate Tierra Whack.
This country has had no shortage of crusty street preachers, split-lip soothsayers crawling across glass-littered asphalt to cough up a truth few are brave enough to bear.
I watched Lost Highway alone at midnight, on a sweltering Northern California summer evening, and when it was finally over I only really retained two thoughts.
The folk rock band The Innocence Mission has faded into obscurity, but its small, cult-like following continues to do some crazy things in the name of fandom. Or maybe it’s just me.
This month in metal sees the awaited return of a few fan favorites and a band named after a freaking Bloodborne item.
“You had better hope that a higher power is ready to someday forgive you, it says, because I am not.”
Young Widows tweaked their smoldering incantations from album to album, and DECAYED does more than collect the detritus.
Astrid hates living in Tampa. These new metal records offer her blistering solace.
What can be expected from a community mostly fueled on youthful energy? Life hits with a closed fist, and subsisting against the grain is suspiciously similar to a real job. Except working for yourself has even worse benefits.