Records

Panico: Kick

With summer now gone and the nights growing longer, there are at least two new things to look forward to...

Articles

Go Fuck Yourself, Guster('s Publicity Guy)

First, I do understand that Guster doesn’t write their own press packets. However, I personally would make it a priority...

Articles

An Open Letter to all Concert Photographers

Dear All Concert Photographers,

Hi! My name is Clayton Purdom, a Chicago-based writer and semi-regular attendee of live musical performances. I...

Records

Women: Public Strain

Let’s think about this: indie rock is like thirty years old. And though for a while there it seemed like...

Records

Swans: My Father Will Guide Me Up a Rope to the Sky

I don’t condone this shit. I won’t recommend it to your friends, I’m not going to ‘like’ it on Facebook,...

Records

Of Montreal: False Priest

Part of what made Of Montreal’s 2004-2008 run exhilarating was watching Kevin Barnes start focusing his talent until it exploded,...

Records

Abe Vigoda: Crush

When I listened to Crush for the first time all I could hear was the Cure. I’m sure that someone...

Concerts

Grass Widow

It’s sometimes easy, when listening to notes and beats and voices disembodied on a record, to take for granted the...

Concerts

Women

The first time I saw Women the most remarkable thing was how many women there were in attendance. Like, seriously:...