I’ve used and abused the Grind My Gears column for a few years now, writing blast blurbs while taking the hits and shits of life as they come. There have been fistfuls of scuzzy riffs and eardrums perforated by ringing snare hits in tow but I’ve been guilty of neglecting…
Like a many, many-headed beast, grind in 2019 has stabbed, slashed, bitten, and gnawed from a million different angles. And it’s still only just turned October. Whether jean-jacketed and classic or dressed up like an Oxford student having an avant-garden picnic, fans of the fastest style of music that doesn’t…
September ends and with it, Summer fully dies. Especially where I’m presently at, the East Coast of the United States, the first brushes of Autumn are being felt. To be honest, there’s no better time of the year for metal; sure, Winter is black metal’s eternal domain but Autumn lends…
