Written By Sabbatha Ashvale
Weekly Metalhead Horoscope New Years Edition
Happy New Year!
The Full MOON occurs on Saturday, January 3rd, 2026, at 5:03 AM EST.
THE FINAL DECAY: PREPARING FOR THE 2026 ONSLAUGHT
The year isn’t going out with a whisper, it’s going out in a wall of feedback. As we lurch toward the final midnight of 2025, the air is thick with the scent of explosives and burning bridges.
Capricorn season has dropped a heavy, industrial slab over the chaos, demanding a cold blooded audit of your life.
While the rest of the world plays pretend with shallow resolutions, we’re down in the basement rehearsing which parts of our music catalogue are worth keeping and which ones are headed for the incinerator.
This week isn’t about new beginnings, it’s about structural integrity. The cosmos is a distorted mess of old patterns and fresh aggression, and it’s asking you a single, brutal question. What are you dragging into 2026, and what are you leaving to the crows?
Let the old year crumble at its own pace. What matters now is forging an intent that is bulletproof, not just impressive. Prepare for the reset. Silence the noise. Let the ritual begin.
ARIES: MARCH 21 – APRIL 19
The week ignites with a surge of raw, brutal violence. This isn’t about flash or stage theatrics, it’s about the mechanics of Mars in Capricorn that are heavier than a Sunn O))) drone.
Midweek, the Moon and Mars align to synchronize your pulse with a 300-BPM blastbeat, turning your internal static into a wall of sound.
The creative rot that stagnated in December is being incinerated. Stop waiting for a spark of inspiration and pick up the axe and carve your path through the silence.
By the weekend, emotions collide with the force of a fucking wall of death. A Moon–Mars opposition can turn impatience into irritation if you ignore limits.
Retreating from the front lines is still metal if your armor is cracked. Perform a systems check on your physical vessel, disengage from worthless skirmishes, and decide which war is actually worth your blood as the year resets.
Your Lucky Song of The Week: SUNN O))) – Eternity Pillars
TAURUS: APRIL 20 – MAY 20
Creature comfort shows up early this week in ways that feel steady rather than indulgent. Venus in Capricorn is backing your tunes and your commitments are as immovable as a 1980s Marshall stack.
A Moon–Venus trine is about the satisfaction of gear that doesn’t fail and bandmates who hold the line without needing their hands held.
Revel in the power of the repetitive riff, the ritual that grinds the world down until only the essential remains.
As the week drags on, the frequency shifts. You’re going to feel a screeching feedback loop between what you want and what the world can actually provide.
The Verdict, Total Resistance. If your gut says the pit is too crowded, get out. Rest isn’t weakness, it’s reloading. Practice the ultimate metal anthem, the word “No.” You don’t owe anyone an apology for guarding your energy.
True power isn’t about constant thrashing; it’s about being the last one standing because you knew when to hold your ground and when to silence the noise.
Your Lucky Song of The Week: Stoned Jesus – Shadowland
GEMINI: MAY 21 – JUNE 20
The week kicks off with a riff that’s moving at breakneck speed like an Archspire song. Your mental processors are locked in, and the ideas are shredding through the static with ease.
When you let your curiosity drive the tour bus, the flow is effortless. But beware, the tempo is about to shift. Massive architectural squares to Saturn and Neptune are acting like a blown fuse in your signal chain.
You’ve let your optimism downtune into a hazy, atmospheric Sabbath riff and the logistics are starting to red line. Not every demo is ready to be heard. Some ideas need to be rehearsed before you take them to the main stage.
As your ruling planet Mercury shifts into the cold, industrial grit of Capricorn, the vibes die and the era of structure has begun. Late in the week, a Moon–Mercury opposition creates a mental civil war of distortion and emotions are screaming at each other like bandmates feuding.
Before you lash out, drop the mic and hit the kill switch. When the mental overload hits 11, listen to your physical vessel. You don’t owe the world an explanation for your silence. The most devastating lyrics land hardest when the timing is lethal.
Your Lucky Song of The Week: Cenobia – Devour Me
CANCER: JUNE 21 – JULY 22
This week doesn’t begin, it floods. Emotions aren’t just waves, they’re a tsunami hitting you from every side at once. Your mind is a wall of static and your chest feels like it’s being compressed.
You’re caught in a crossfire between what the world demands and the unspoken hunger within your own soul.
You might catch a brief, melodic reprieve, but the pressure builds again instantly, demanding you respond at a tempo that isn’t yours. If you don’t anchor yourself, this push and pull will grind you into the seafloor.
As the Full Moon ignites in your sign, the volume peaks. Listen closely, this isn’t a breakdown, it’s a solo. This is your personal checkpoint.
Just because the feelings are loud doesn’t mean they get to steer the ship. You’re allowed to let the resonance ring out without letting it shatter you.
When your physical vessel starts to buckle under the stress retreat to the fortress. Step back from the pointless skirmishes and the circular arguments that drain you.
You can’t hold the line for the pack if you’re falling apart inside. Care is a ritual that starts in your own darkness before it reaches the light.
Your Lucky Song of The Week: Soen – Discordia
LEO: JULY 23 – AUGUST 22
Discipline has kicked the door in this week, and it isn’t asking for your goddamn permission. With the Sun burning through the cold industrial waste of Capricorn, your focus is shifting to the unglamorous grind.
This is the sound check, the gear maintenance, and the grueling rehearsals that no one sees but everyone feels. There’s a grim satisfaction in the labor itself and getting the job done.
A supportive alignment is making your efforts land like a perfectly timed breakdown; consistency is what earns you the real respect in this pit.
As the Full Moon illuminates, the atmospheric pressure changes. Your internal fire is flickering, and the exhaustion you’ve been suppressing is starting to bleed through the mix.
This is your warning light. You don’t prove your strength by running your engine into a total meltdown. Ignoring fatigue isn’t metal, it’s gear failure waiting to happen.
Listen to the warning sirens in your body. Take a step back from pushing through. If you want to burn bright on stage you have to kill the lights and recharge in the shadows.
Your Lucky Song of The Week: Lacuna Coil – Layers of Time
VIRGO: AUGUST 23 – SEPTEMBER 22
Your mental process is moving like a Slayer tune and rest of the world can’t keep track of you. While life is dragging along at a doom metal crawl, your thoughts are shredding through technical riffs that haven’t even been written yet.
There’s a glitch in the matrix. Ideas are flowing, sure, but reality is dropping a heavy check on your projects, poking holes in plans that looked better on paper than they do in the pit.
Finding the flaws isn’t trolling, it’s preventative damage control. If the stage isn’t reinforced, the whole rig collapses.
As the week unfolds, the focus shifts to the grind, but the frequency is coming in distorted. Signals are being intercepted and misread, expectations are wobbling like a loose drum head, and your patience is wearing thin.
Trying to fix every broken piece of gear at once is a suicide mission. Fix one thing at a time with lethal precision, and let the rest of the wreckage burn.
When mental fatigue starts manifesting as pure irritability, that’s your body wanting to unplug. Time to step back to prevent a total system meltdown.
Your Lucky Song of The Week: Nita Strauss – Victorious
LIBRA: SEPTEMBER 23 – OCTOBER 22
Flashy solos are a distraction and this week, you’re craving the heavy, immovable sound of a rhythm section. With Venus anchored in Capricorn, you’re looking at the heavy lifting that needs to be done and seeing who’s full of shit and who your true alliances are.
Early on, the atmosphere proves that true loyalty isn’t a theatrical stage dive, it’s the person who shows up for every rehearsal. There’s relief in knowing exactly where the frontline is drawn.
As the week drags, the frequencies start to clash. Small imbalances in your circle are starting to sound like a guitar out of tune and it’s getting harder to ignore the feed back.
When a situation starts to drain your battery, hit the mute button. Stop trying to be a people pleaser for those who wouldn’t help you carry a 4×12 cab.
True balance isn’t about making everyone else happy, it’s about making sure your own signal is clean. Choose the path that sustains your fire long after the final encore. If the deal doesn’t include your needs, break the contract.
Your Lucky Song of The Week: Blackbraid – God of Black Blood
SCORPIO: OCTOBER 23 – NOVEMBER 21
Early this week, the ghosts of old wars are rising from the grave. This isn’t just drama, it’s a power struggle over who holds the keys to the kingdom and who’s just part of your past.
A Moon–Pluto square is clawing at the secrets you’ve kept buried under layers of iron and ice. If you feel the sudden urge to go dark or seize total control, don’t mistake it for weakness.
Something in the shadows is demanding to be dealt with before it decomposes the foundation of your fortress. Exorcise it now, or it will forever haunt the riff.
The atmosphere shifts from a frantic assault to a heavy, intentional drone. As the Moon and Pluto align in a supportive trine, the need for defensiveness dies out.
This is your window to perform a cold, calculated audit of your boundaries. You are the gatekeeper of your own energy. You’re moving into a new chapter, leave the dead weight behind without a second thought and without ceremony.
Listen to your gut, it’s the only compass that works in the dark. Trust is a resource, not a gift to be handed out to the unworthy. If you need to retreat to the shadows to sharpen your resolve, do it without apology.
Your Lucky Song of The Week: Cryptopsy – Blasphemy Made Fresh
SAGITTARIUS: NOVEMBER 22 – DECEMBER 21
Your emotional bandwidth is being stretched to the breaking point this week, caught between the urge for the open road and the heavy chains of the past.
Early on, a Moon–Jupiter square is cranking the gain until everything sounds like a blown-out speaker. Every minor chord feels like a tragedy, and every small memory feels like a mountain.
As the week marches on, the chaotic noise begins to harmonize. A Moon–Jupiter sextile brings a surge of raw, honest power that doesn’t require you to burn yourself out.
By the weekend, the emotions are cresting like a final chorus. But here is the revelation. Growth isn’t always a high speed chase.
Sometimes, the most metal thing you can do is hold your ground and face the shadows you’ve been outrunning. True expansion happens in the silence after the war is won.
Your Lucky Song of The Week: Type O Negative – Everything Dies
CAPRICORN: DECEMBER 22 – JANUARY 19
The pressure doesn’t just scream this week, it grinds. It’s the sound of shifting tectonic plates. A slow, massive accumulation of expectations, gear failures, and the crushing weight of things left unsaid.
With Mercury squaring Saturn, communication feels like dragging a rusted 8×10 bass cab up a mountain. Every word is a heavy lift, and you’re over analyzing the shit out of every lyric to make sure it hits with precision.
Be warned, if your patience becomes a total blackout, you’re just burying the problem in the permafrost.
The celestial alignment is swinging like a wrecking ball offering a brief melodic reprieve before slamming back into a dissonant rhythm.
You’ve already proven you can survive the winter, now you need to survive the grind. It’s time for a gear audit. Look at the baggage you’re hauling and ask yourself why you’re the only roadie.
When the physical fatigue starts to creep in that’s your signal to cut the feed. Step back from the draining skirmishes and the circular arguments that offer zero payoff.
Being the responsible one is part of your legend, but even a god of the mountain knows when the path is blocked by an avalanche. Enough is enough.
Your Lucky Song of The Week: Sanguissugabogg – Repulsive Demise
AQUARIUS: JANUARY 20 – FEBRUARY 18
There’s a strange, dissonant hum vibrating through your circuitry similar to a Fear Factory tune. It feels like your daily routine has become a straightjacket, and the code you’ve been operating on is starting to corrupt.
When the Moon syncs up with Uranus, expect a sudden system override. One minute you’re following the sheet music and the next you’re ready to purge your bank account, torch your itinerary, or ghost every social obligation you have.
That spark isn’t a random short circuit, it’s a signal trying to break through but you need to handle the voltage before it blows your internal amp.
By midweek, your raw instincts are going to slam into a wall of reality. Listen closely, you don’t need to incinerate the whole stage just to change the setlist.
Before you commit to a total scorched earth policy, pause and analyze the data. Ask yourself what would actually optimize your “performance” rather than just making it unrecognizable.
Sometimes a slight adjustment to the pedalboard hits harder than a dramatic, theatrical gear-smash.
Let your curiosity be the lead riff, not just a blind rebellion against the rhythm section. If the lyrics stopped fitting the music, let them go into the void without a funeral.
Your Lucky Song of The Week: Gojira – Another World
PISCES: FEBRUARY 19 – MARCH 20
Your internal landscape is a wall of sound right now. A roaring feedback loop of memory and fantasy that no one else can hear. As the Moon aligns with Neptune, the veil is thin and the emotional spillover is hitting like a tide of black water.
New Year’s rituals and surface level chatter are going to feel heavy, like a funeral march you didn’t sign up for.
With Mercury adding a layer of distorted static to the mix, promises will sound like melodic sirens, sweet in the moment, but confusing as hell once the distortion kicks back in.
Do not sign the contract yet. Give yourself the authority to hit pause before you post or react to anything that feels out of tune.
As the calendar resets, forget about resolutions, your only mission is to rest and reboot. Just because the world is celebrating a fresh start doesn’t mean you owe everyone an all access pass to your psyche.
If the overstimulation starts to sound like a microphone giving off feedback, retreat to the shadows. It is perfectly metal to abandon a tradition or vanish from the party early if the frequency is draining your life force.
The more you honor the boundaries of your own fortress, the easier it becomes to see the difference between the dream that fuels you and a ghost that’s just haunting you from last year’s wreckage.
Your Lucky Song of The Week: Mammoth – The End
THE FINAL ASSAULT: 2025
The final stretch of the year isn’t fading out, it’s hitting a thermal red line. This isn’t a quiet drift, it’s a high voltage hum before the system blows.
Capricorn season is a heavy anchor of cold iron, but the emotional feedback and the weight of the past are screaming through the monitors as we lurch toward Thursday’s total reset.
Plans aren’t just made, they’re forged, slaughtered, and resurrected in real time. The atmosphere is thick with a strange urgency, like the void itself is demanding to know what gear are you hauling into 2026 and what are you leaving behind.
This week demands raw honesty, not a theatrical performance for the masses. You’re going to see old, jagged patterns rising from the grave right next to your new resolve.
That’s not a glitch, it’s the audit of the soul. Pay attention to what’s still lingering in the mix, what sets your blood on fire, and what is finally, mercifully finished.
Release old patterns that no longer serve you. What matters now is choosing a path that you can actually survive, not one that just looks good on a tour poster. Let the year fade out on your own terms.
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⚠️ Disclaimer: When you’re a Taurus and a metal music journalist who hasn’t been sonically surprised since 1997.
You don’t cover metal, you curate a shrine and dare anyone to question it. Your taste calcified sometime around the era when amps were heavier than bands’ egos, and you’ve been emotionally camped there ever since.
You call it “standards.” Everyone else calls it gatekeeping.
You’ll dismiss an entire scene with one sentence like, “It’s fine, but it doesn’t move me,” which is Taurus speak for “It threatens my canon and therefore must be neutralized.”
God forbid a band blends genres, experiments, or uses electronics. You’ll clutch your press copy like a rosary and whisper, “This isn’t how it used to be.”
Your reviews read like you’re judging metal from a leather throne carved out of past glories. Everything is measured against a reference point you refuse to disclose because it lives exclusively in your soul and was recorded on an out-of-print pressing that only you own.
You don’t discover bands, you wait for history to approve them, then write a smug retrospective like you were there the whole time.
Interviewing with you is an endurance test. You ask questions like:
“Do you feel pressure living up to your legacy?”
“Was this record a conscious return to form?”
“Every scene has one. If this feels uncomfortably familiar, you know who you are.”
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Metalhead Horoscope F.A.Q.
Q: Are these horoscopes real astrology or just jokes for metalheads?
A: Both. The horoscopes come from actual astrological forecasts, but the language is written in pure metalhead tongue- in-cheek because you deserve prophecy that sounds like a pit, not a PTA meeting.
Q: How do we pick the Lucky Song of the Week?
A: Each track is hand picked to echo the week’s cosmic vibe. If Mars is throwing horns, expect riffs sharp enough to cut steel. If the Moon is weeping in Virgo, you’ll get a track that slays with precision. No boring playlists, no cookie cutter picks. Just new drops, deep cuts and cult classics.
Q: Can metal really mix with astrology?
A: Of course. Both are about cycles, transformation, and intensity. Astrology tells you where the stars are screaming and metal tells you how to scream back.
Q: Why should I care about astrology if I only worship riffs and distortion?
A: Because the cosmos is basically the ultimate tour manager thats setting the stage, flipping the lights, and sometimes cancelling the gig. You don’t have to believe in it to bang your head to it.
Q: Do we take requests for Lucky Songs in our horoscopes?
A: Absolutely. Drop your ideas in the comments or shoot us a message. We might just spin your favorite band into the cosmic setlist next week.
Q: Does Metal Lair have other series like this?
A: Yes! Metal Lair runs several signature series that explore every corner of heavy music:
- Seven Deadly Songs – A weekly roundup of the most unholy new releases.
- Deep Cuts – Hidden gems and lost recordings from rock and metal history.
- A Rip in Time: Women in Metal – A series celebrating the voices, pioneers, and rule-breakers reshaping heavy music’s DNA
- World Metal Weekly – A global passport through the underground, one country at a time.
- Ministry of Metal – A satirical authority devoted to the laws, rituals, and unspoken rules of heavy music. Proclamations, decrees, cultural edicts, and metal lore delivered with humor and bite.
- Metal Legacy Profiles – Deep-dive essays honoring artists who shaped metal’s sound, culture, and philosophy. These aren’t timelines or greatest-hits lists, but examinations of impact, conflict, evolution, and what each figure left behind.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Sabbatha Ashvale is Metal Lair’s resident wildfire in eyeliner. A music journalist and storyteller who writes like she’s swinging a torch through the catacombs of heavy music. She’s equal parts historian and shit-stirrer. Her work focuses on artistry, history, and the often overlooked creators who define metal’s evolving future. She brings depth, grit, and a razor sharp perspective to every piece she writes.