Quickies: Jeff Loomis playing with Arch Enemy is kinda weird…

Anybody else still hungover from Thanksgiving Weekend? Yes? Thought so.

This is all well and good. But I’m more curious about what writing is going to come out of this transition.

“Ein Bier… bitte.”

– Corey

Live. Love. Plow. Horns Up.

 

Quickies: Holy ****, it’s our 300th post! That’s more than all of Dan’s old blogs combined!

Is our title perhaps a bit self-serving? Yes. But it’s also more news-worthy than anything that happened today, so you’ll just have to deal. Anyway, it’s a weekend, so let’s not waste any more time than we need to here, folks! Here are today’s Quickies–let’s see if we’ve missed anything in the world of metal, shall we?

That’ll about do it. Enjoy the weekend and we’ll see you back here on Monday!

-Dan

Live. Love. Plow. Horns Up.

Quickies: Tom G Warrior doesn’t like things, BTBAM and Symphony X at work, and more

Quickies need no introduction! Says I. Because I’m lazy. And apathetic.

I’m clearly not in the best of moods today. Oh well. Still got you idiots your news. You’re welcome. Until tomorrow…

“Ein Bier… bitte.”

– Corey

Live. Love. Plow. Horns Up.

Quickies: Album Sales, Mediocre Tours, Phil Labonte’s Ability to Articulate, and more!

Well. Here I am. Hanging out. Trying to figure out exactly what it is that Opeth is doing…

I’m gonna go do other stuff now. Ya happy? Nah. You’re never happy.

“Ein Bier… bitte.”

– Corey

Live. Love. Plow. Horns Up.

Quickies: June 11, 2014

The week is half over and I’m STILL working my way through all the new releases from this week. Not a bad thing. Some pretty decent stuff out there, too. You’ll hear all about it in the next episode. Anyway, let’s get some news out there so that I can gear up for the potential Stanley Cup clinching game in just under an hour.

I was also forced into the realization that Alissa White-Gluz is dating that asshat guitarist from the Misfits. I ignored it as long as I could. Fucking bullshit.

“Ein Bier… bitte.”

– Corey

Live. Love. Plow. Horns Up.