T-minus Band is known for three things: 1) that it’s a true DIY project if ever there were one; 2) that it’s all done by one guy in Alabama named Troy T.; and 3) that nobody’s actually heard of T-minus Band. The only reason we
As we continue the staffing additions around here, we are happy to announce that John Warner, the inimitable, intimidating, and intransigent writer of this lot here (and about fourteen-billion other things everywhere else), has accepted our offer (mainly store coupons) and has signed on to be a contributing writer
It is with no small amount of joy that I introduce our new contributing writer: he of Defective Yeti fame, and writer of these fine stories here, Matthew Baldwin. Here you can read a little about him and see a photo of a guy wiping out on a bike, which
As many of you must already know, Rosecrans is getting married soon. So soon, in fact, that his bachelor party was last night. Though we avoided getting a woman to jump out of a cake (Paul Ford and I discussed the unappetizing ramifications of forgetting to take her out before
Dead Meadow is dirty, dirty psychedelic rock of the Blue Cheer variety. In fact, so much of the sound is so authentic that you’d swear it was snaked straight out of a ‘60s acid burnout’s record collection. To take the metaphor to more extravagant frontiers, we’ll have
I’ve long held a belief in the twin, astral spirits of Mercury Rev and The Flaming Lips. Maybe it’s not real, but I’ve always perceived this direct line between the two bands. And, certainly, why not? They share a producer, the visionary Dave Fridmann. And Jonathan Donahue
Um, Friendster? No, I haven’t heard of it. Oh, I see. Well, obviously this is just some online dating thing. I don’t get it – why do you want me to sign up? I’m married, you know. And happily, thanks. Yes, I know, I received your invitation to
Chicago’s Sterling is a maelstrom of wonderfully technical, instrumental rock. Oh my, a ‘maelstrom.’ Yes, that’s what I said. But, seriously, that’s no kidding around. Across eight untitled tracks and a wealth of soundscapes, Sterling develops a mood that is positively otherworldly and powerful. Hardly soothing, there’
Musician and author of Burn Collector Al Burian talks about people’s preoccupation with occupation, a fantastical night of siege, and what happens when punk rock and sports injuries collide.
It’s finally spring in Brooklyn. Which means it’s a good time to brew up a pitcher of iced tea. I like five bags, mainly hot water (for the steeping, not for the drinking), and no sugar – no sugar. That window unit is about to get a lot of
