Games are always looking to cinema, and other games, for inspiration—but what if they were to focus exclusively on one record?
We talked to founder Gordon Mac and former DJ Lindsay Wesker about how their station—run illegally out of a Walthamstow tower block through the late-1980s—informed a generation of music-lovers.
Tijuana's mod scene might be tiny, but that hasn't stopped them from throwing parties every month or raising their kids to keep on carrying the torch.
Slice through the crap: This truly is The Only Top 51 Albums Of The Year Countdown You'll Ever Need.
The track sounds like classic Pumpkins—intimate yet expansive, and catchy as hell.
We spoke to a specialist about the crimes committed in British colonies.
Considering Mariah Carey's Butterfly soda is advertised as a "melodic beverage inspired by the magic of Mariah Carey," I thought the drink would taste like fairy dust and honey, but it actually tastes like a watered-down UTI supplement.
Music, like most creative endeavors, was primarily seen as a vehicle for self-awareness, meditation, and recovery. New age musicians were looking to have a relationship with something beyond the material world.
The quality of popular music continues to plummet farther down the toilet bowl. All we can do on the way down is point out stinkers when we hear them, so here's a handy guide to 50 pieces of sonic lemur shit released (or reissued) in the past year.
From Dean Blunt to Destruction Unit to Kanye to a Christian workout CD, here are our picks for all the music in 2013 that didn't suck balls.
Egypt is rarely predictable, which is why it wasn't surprising to see snow in the desert this weekend. By Friday morning, social media had gone mad with pictures of an Egyptian winter wonderland, but these photos didn't show the new problems the snow had
This. CD. It looked like... I really can't even explain its levels of wrong. Imagine the worst possible images you have ever seen, all in one spot: the worst possible fonts, the worst possible colors, the worst possible photoshopping, title, spelling, whate…
Years ago, before computers and the internet, recording and disseminating your music was much less democratic. Yet, many unknown and obscure musicians did just that, going DIY and privately pressing their work themselves. We looked at a new book 'Enjoy Th…
Everyone loves a good tan on a great chest. Pecs or boobs, it doesn't matter—they both look better slightly exposed, glistening, and darkened.
After ascending to about 23 miles, or 120,000 feet, he'll step out of his capsule and, one hopes, be the first human to break the sound barrier all on his own.
Oh my graciousness, how does Ty Segall put out so many records? Meth?
Black Sabbath dropped "Black Sabbath" 42 years ago today.
I remember when all the bands I liked were being referred to as "garage punk."
I cannot believe this is what normal music sounds like. Some French guy who's friends with a celebrity hermaphrodite singing fake dancehall songs through an Auto-Tune over.
Deep in the belly of a castle in suburban New Jersey, R. Stevie Moore has been recording and publishing more records than just about anybody you can think of, all by his lonesome.
As it's the Mexico Issue we popped over to our buddy Ivan Mendiola's flat in London and played him a stack of this month's records so that we could get a real-life Mexican's view on recorded sound in June 2008.
The good, the bad, and the puke-worthy music of the month.
Photos by Trevor King, Styling by Pino & Kyoko
Obsessive fans showing off their collections.