Finding Sabbath Without Sabbath
Watching Ozzy sing Mama I’m Coming Home at the recent farewell concert for Black Sabbath was enough to make the devil himself shed a tear. Which is funny, because I...
Restocked, Repriced, & Ready to Scare!
Autumns Eyes shirts are restocked, repriced, & ready to scare your friends & family with just how bad your fashion choices are in life. Hurry up and grab one before...
How a Month of Madness Fed the Music
Time has such a great sense of humor. One minute I’m lost in an endless void of chores that drown my attention for what seems like a day, only to...
Leaving the Cult of Cynicism: My Journey From Pessimist to Optimist
Dropping cynicism wasn’t easy, but carrying it was. It’s almost like wearing a warm fuzzy blanket on a cold day while floating over lava. You’re comfortable in the moment, but...
My Favorite Drummers in Heavy Music
If you’ve never had the chance to get behind a drum kit and beat the ever living balls out of those things, it’s an experience I recommend everyone try at...
My High Fashion, Low Function Review of The Substance
The pessimist in me hates when I’m bombarded with movie recommendations, delivering suggestions with such intensity that you’d think their lives depended on it. Ironically, as time slowly eases the...
Metal Bands Too Heavy For the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame
Chances are, nobody really gives two shits about who lands into a dusty old museum where the high and mighty jerk each other off to see who gets to lick...
Screaming Into Spring With Pollen & Powerchords
After much consideration and a lack of interest beyond a handful of people, I pulled the plug on Twitter, X, or whatever the hell people are calling it these days....
