Rotten to the Core // March 2022
Let’s start fresh, shall we? As the first official drop of the 2022 musical calendar, we have a lot to cover and only so much of your attention
Let’s start fresh, shall we? As the first official drop of the 2022 musical calendar, we have a lot to cover and only so much of your attention
Sorry if I sound a little exasperated these days — I am. I live right up the road from our latest local superspreader event slash biggest fest of
I open with an apology. Despite a rotating roster of talented characters willing to write about the forbidden step-siblings of their trver metal kin,
Welcome back to Rotten to the Core, where much like the inexorable pressure of our late-stage capitalist hellworld clamoring to squeeze everything
It’s been a year since we last spoke. January and February felt like a full year, right? The last thing I remember was spending a week holed up
It’s been a hell of a year, and we’ve needed every ounce of good music to get us through. 2020 saw a huge resurgence of insane mathcore,
This month, we’re just highlighting a few records that really stood out in December. Check back soon for our aggregate end of year list featuring
Nothing pithy or pissy this month. The world continues to burn, but we’re getting through it one riff at a time. Happy holidays from ours to yours!
As I write this, the US Senate has just confirmed Amy Coney Barrett, Trump’s third Supreme Court justice, a mere week before he is expected to lose
RPG news all summarised into handy bullet-point lists. That’s the name of the game in this Friday’s Routinely Itemised. Mr Root Let’s start
Welcome back to Rotten to the Core, where we like to think of life as one big stage dive through a parting crowd. Sure, you may permanently disfigure
Welcome back to Rotten to the Core, fellow pit enthusiasts! This column was kicked around on a more informal basis by our good friend Matt in years
Rotten To The Core has always been a home for math and metalcore that doesn’t reek of HM-2 and blast beats, that’s what Grind My Gears is for.
We’re all shacked up and stuck between staring at a screen, wall, or out of a window so there’s more time than ever to check out some fresh, hot,
Food and kitchen analogies are pretty rife in metal journalism and I’m definitely guilty of slopping cheap comparisons onto thinly sliced