Shit a brick! Iggy Azalea isn't the drugged up model sort we all took her for. RuPaul, you sly motherfucker, you thought you could slip this past us?
We asked HTRK to make us a playlist and now that it's here, we're considering blowing off all plans and playing it all weekend on the couch in our undies, drinking whiskey and eating something hot, exotic and possibly expensive. Jonnine S…
Delfín Quishpe is an Ecuadorian techno-folk star who became a YouTube sensation with his 2007 music video "Torres Gemelas" (Twin Towers). He also wrote a song about the trapped Chilean miners and often wears custom-made pants that have DE…
Eleven Pond is revolutionizing the jet engine and celebrity leather industries.
Team Spirit's new video involves a beachside psychedelic hellscape, complete with cartoon breasts, psychotropic ice cream, and a gigantic sloppy vagina.
Who better to review death metal legends Cannibal Corpse than shims, he-shes, & drag queens?
When I heard about the passing of Brendon Annesley, the mastermind behind the Brisbane-based "Negative Guest List" and guitar slinger/singer in Meat Thump and White Cop, I can't say I was surprised.
The inevitable raised abrasions from the slightest brush of this plant is enough for most folks to say "I don't need to have anything to do with this plant." And/or "this forest hates me."
Brass-balled bandits are stealing LA's tubas and selling them on the black market.
We hung out with them on the night he became the king of the London dubstep scene.
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Listening to Rykarda Parasol takes my brain into some dark bar in Poland where people are swinging around huge legs of lamb and pinching waitresses' butts.
When my hand first touched Datgirl's Slutstep sticking out of a heap of other crap, I recoiled as though I had chanced upon a clump of newborn baby snakes napping on a wet pile of dog shit.
Stacking fuzzed-out guitar upon fuzzed-out guitar, Quebecois grungers No Joy produce the sort of no-frills riffage that the bland nu-gaze establishment sorely needs. We saw No Joy at the Casa Del Popolo, with a literary-looking crowd fed on treats from th…
The rapper discusses being a young black man in America, his deep love for Chicago and Linkin Park.
Sophie Saint Thomas gets gangbanged by smelly hippies, buggered on molly, and plowed by the Thin White Duke—all while shuffling through her music playlist.
The dance scene has never been more diverse than it is today, and yet my greatest shortcoming is still scorned.
Apparently the London-based quartet Veronica Falls makes ends meet by selling things on eBay and doing a little bit of dancing.
I woke up one morning on the floor covered in octopus tentacles and money with no idea what happened. I assume it was a good night.
Why am I alone on Valentine's Day? It may have something to do with the songs that I force women to listen to.
We follow rap group the Flatbush Zombies on an odyssey through their hood as they tell us about drugs, street life, and psychedelic reincarnation.
The former frontman of Operation Ivy tells us about breaking up the band, delivering diapers, and his new band Classics of Love.
Indie rock supergroup the Babies play inside of a country-themed art exhibition called "Canyon Candy" in a performance space and venue perched atop the Criminal Court in downtown New York.
In honor of Whitney Houston, this is a 100-percent true recollection of the last 24 hours of her life, as told to me via a dream I had after banging a couple grams of rock.