Despite needing us (people who still pay for music) more now than ever, record store clerks still manage to treat us like something they found scuttling out of an ancient box of cassingles.
Jeff Rosenstock is the singer/songwriter for Bomb the Music Industry! and was the singer/songwriter for The Arrogant Sons of Bitches. He is now officially immune to his mom's embarrassment tactics.
I was star-struck in this weird way that let me become quickly comfy enough to tell Too $hort that I masturbated to his music when I was little.
Bands get labeled "psychedelic" for a bunch of different reasons. Sometimes it's because they wear bandanas. Sometimes it's because they smoke weed. For Parisian quintet Kill For Total Peace, it's probably got something to do with their label, Pan Europea…
If you want to get to know this year's Republican candidates, listening to their rhetoric will only take you so far. To know these four men, you must listen to what they listen to.
Have I ever told you how much I hate my fucking job? Listening to this mix, a mishmash of proggy/punky/psychy puke, is the only solace I can find in my workday.
2012 is the year of the VICE party, where we pledge to throw at least one big bash per month until the year ends or the Mayan gods finally get around to punching the world in its fat face to death. Either way, shit is going to get real enough for yo…
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We just added Das Racist to our massive Chateau Rdio launch party next week which, if you haven't heard, is a thing where we hire out the whole of the Beach Road Hotel and fill every square inch of it w…
But in the end they didn't try to send us to prison.
If it were "Candy Land" you'd teach Princess Frostine a thing or two about buttercream and do bongers with Gloppy and Mr. Mint during a package tour.
Call us tourists, but we love the Eiffel Tower so much that today, at 2:30 PM EST, we're hosting a concert on first floor of the tower with singer-songwriter Woodkid.
Nick Zinner staged his sprawling 41 Strings composition at Australia's most t-shirt worthy building the other night, along with members of the Australian Youth Orchestra. The goosebumps have just gone down. Part two of the program was a Hisham A…
The funny thing about infinity is that it just keeps going. Justice's new video, "ON 'N' ON," tackles this very concept, a sci-fi fantasy with corridors leading into the unknown.
Here's a firsthand account of Jeff's BAM show, copied directly from a friend's private Facebook message. He probably won't be too psyched about me throwing it up on the web.
Harlem rap sensation A.$.A.P Rocky just teamed up with VICE to film a music video for "Wassup" that takes elements from Rocky's favorite movies.
Tom Vek is back. After a six-year sabbatical from the limelight, the London-based "beat rock" specialist has reemerged with a new album and a new lease on life. Properly tweaked for the 21st century, his propulsive, chopped up New Wave electronica is laid…
If you've got half a brain and are pissed off by the idea of having to breathe in and out, then Brain Slug is the band for you.
Sting talks to the ancient gods in sacred psychedelic visions and then he shares their healing wisdom with us. But what exactly do they chat about?
Doomtree's new video is karaoke-themed and was given to us by a guy who claims his name is Heathcliff.
Do you remember that kid in school who sat in the back of the class and took to lighting his farts just to grab your attention? That kid is now 35 years old and his favorite band is Steel Panther.
Mike Patton brought his 25 piece orchestra to Sydney's State Theatre last night and basically sang the fuck out of a bunch of Italo pop songs from the 60s. By all accounts it was a sweaty, tear and pommade streaked affair.
YACHT is Jona Bechtold and Claire L. Evans, a power duo that traffics in breathless, upbeat electro-pop. Onstage they channel the vibrant, earnest joy of Stop Making Sense-era Talking Heads, with an all star band that includes bassist Bobby Birdman. We tr…
Is there anything more honest and emotional and potentially blinding than one's true love for a band or a baseball team?
To those who know their "Under Pressure from their Pressure Release," this compilation is one of the most bitching and interesting artifacts to come out of the late-80s NYHC scene.