My part-time-MC/stylist roommate, Miss Matches, has OCD. We like to bring it up at parties and people usually laugh and talk shit, but if these same people were getting five calls a day asking if they left the oven/curling iron/candles on, they wouldn't b…
If anyone deserves the obsessive DVD treatment, it is Can, the ultimate German far-out fucking real deals.
SHIT THAT RULED IN 2003: Paris came back to the game, dope 80s fashion, facial hair (men only), quitting your major-label A&R job to be a broke-ass writer/musician/actor/bartender, Ludacris, cocaine.
Sydney is slowly but surely emerging from a shit-scene.
Once again the cost of German success is pissing off the French.
This is what happens when heroin addicted musicians don't die.
There's a lot to learn if you want to join this group.
D Double E guides us through the lovely Forest Gate.
A band wasted.
Nature is order. People are destructive. Hip-Hop is havoc.
Women kick ass at Electronica too!
Besides being one of the hippest DJs on the planet, Ivan Smagghe is the only Frenchman I've met who speaks perfect English with a pronounced Midlands accent.
Fritz The Cat ponders the start of the universe.
Good music, better hair.
What to do when you're a punk and your husband cheats on you.
Wouldn't stand for such monikers.
Are bringing Balmer back.
The suspect people who follow bands around but don't try to sleep with them.
Cheerful crusty punks.
A punk creator discusses the death of it.
Listen to Fritz The Cat listening to other people.
Sophisticated North Island action.
They've got an aura, I've seen it.