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 “Burn Collector” author 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
Experts answer what they know. The Non-Expert answers anything. This week we cover the basics on choosing a cologne while everyone else covers their noses.
‘It sounds like tree frogs.’ ‘It sucks.’ ‘Did Ian Brown just spend the last five years making field recordings?’ ‘It sounds like they’ve been recording in a rainforest.’ That was me and my friends and our general mumblings about the then-new Stone Roses album. We, along with everyone
I am a poor manager of my Netflix queue. I realized this yesterday, when I received two emails from Netflix telling me that they’d received the last two films I’d sent back, and that I should go rate them now! What I should have done, however, was check
