Toenail Polish, GTL, and Va-Jay-Jay Haircuts: AltCtrl Tells It Like It Is

Even with a gingery skullet, Devin’s secure enough to forego the hat…

  Having recently moved, and finding myself with a ridiculous amount of downtime now that I no longer have roommates to sit around the house with, I decided to join a local gym to try to get in better shape. What I thought would be a quick and painless internet search turned out to be… Continue reading Toenail Polish, GTL, and Va-Jay-Jay Haircuts: AltCtrl Tells It Like It Is

A Pointless Tattoo Column from an Unlikely Tattoo Columnist

  I’m glad I never had the money to implement the grand tattoo plans I had as a teenager.  Sleeve of Saint Anthony of Padua?  Kind of glad that’s not on my arm right now. But soon I’ll be making a pilgrimage to Branford, Mecca of the Universe, to get one of my two deftly… Continue reading A Pointless Tattoo Column from an Unlikely Tattoo Columnist

Interview with Gregg Rossetti of Suspyre

  This June, I was presented with the opportunity to interview Gregg Rossetti of the New Jersey progressive band Suspyre (suh – SPY – er).  He had a lot to say about the origins, influences, and writing behind some seriously genre-bending music. The first track of what was to become Suspyre was pioneered on June… Continue reading Interview with Gregg Rossetti of Suspyre

From the Constitution State to the Big Rotten Apple: A Commentary on the CT Scene Representing in the Shitty City

I can say I have something in common with Rob Halford and Matt Barlow, aside from all that leather and a shaved head. I have yet to be replaced by Tim “Ripper” Owens… What we share is the cherished chance to return to Metal, after an absence that left life lacking. Nothing makes you appreciate… Continue reading From the Constitution State to the Big Rotten Apple: A Commentary on the CT Scene Representing in the Shitty City

The Gold-Coasters Hit the Road: Cherry Street Station and Cook’s Café

Down here in Stamford, there are metal shows… But the audience is the band members’ twelve friends and the beers all cost six dollars.  Okay, five for a PBR. To find a really brutal metal show in Connecticut, though – the kind where there’s a hundred people and some dude is fisting a blow-up sheep… Continue reading The Gold-Coasters Hit the Road: Cherry Street Station and Cook’s Café