Saturday night a bunch of people are getting together at Santos Party House to celebrate the second coming of "Making a Scene."
Your album is in the "local" section because it sucks, not because of where your house is.
Upset about the Stone Roses reunion? Ecstatic about it? Doesn't matter. One of these guys is on your side.
Last weekend The Creators Project had a gigantic festival in Dumbo. In addition to the interactive installations peppered all over the neighborhood, there was music. Lots and lots of music.
Mississippi's Bass Drum Of Death got the lo-fi treatment at first, but when you listen to their layered recordings you'll hear influences from punk, garage, and rock 'n' roll, combined in a sonic Long Island Iced Tea.
I mentioned Youth Lagoon at a party the other night and a girl screamed in my face.
Sometimes I get really sick of words. Especially the ones I speak and write. But I'm not complaining, this gig is way better than my old job--making mud at the mud factory.
In May, VICE bestowed Album of the Month status on New Brigade, Iceage's debut LP.
We went to the Indie Label Meet Market to talk to three of the labels' head guys about whether it's disgusting to see who buys their music.
A high school classmate once told me that Alan Parker's movie, 'Pink Floyd: The Wall,' had two meanings--one that sober viewers got, and another that would only be revealed "on acid."
The psycho-opera 'Stop the Virgens,' debuting this October at St. Ann's Warehouse in Brooklyn, is an assault on the tragic joys of youth.
If you were to make a pie chart of all the brutal songs in human history, this song would be the big Pac Man eating the wedge that is every other brutal song combined.
One of the longstanding debates among music nerds is whether Fleetwood Mac was better when it was a London blues band in the 60s or when it was simultaneously the greatest musical act on earth, the physical avatar of being high on cocaine, and the soundtr…
Bad things are happening in Peru's biggest music scene.
Can we all agree that most radio stations are hellish holes filled with terrible sounds and personalities designed to assault our brains with the worst parts of pop culture? Great.
Like with Jesus, Jim Morrison, Andy Kaufman, and Elvis, people walk among us who believe that Tupac Shakur's death was a hoax, and that 'Pac will return to us when the time is right.
Unless you are a retarded person or a melophobic asshole, chances are you've been saving up for this year's Bruise Cruise ever since last year's Bruise Cruise.
Even though he might have just murdered someone.
It's Saturday night in Lima, and we're crawling through the endless rush hour traffic to meet Dina Paucar.
Live at the Mohawk, Shapes Have Fangs deftly continued that Austin psych tradition.
Legs. Some people have 'em, some people don't. That's life.
Total Slacker went and made a new video for their song "Secret VHS Collection" and asked if we'd like to premier it.
If you've been paying attention to anything I've written here in the past year, you'll know that Melbourne's Deaf Wish get me very gooey in the gotchies.
That's right, lady. Eat the baby.