VICE catches up with the Black Lips/King Khan/Mark Sultan super-group while they rehearse for a show in Montreal.
French disco warrior Vitalic takes a break from inventing the future to deliver his second long-playing masterpiece this decade, and the results are nothing short of
As a child I'd watch crap late-night films on British TV and say "wow" a lot at how great all the music and backgrounds were in moviesespecially the slightly weirder and often ruder films from Italy or France
Nobody really understands Die Antwoord. All we really have to go on is that they're a 'next level rap-rave krew' comprised of a skinny white MC with a box cut and Pollsmoor chappies and a potty-mouthed, bottle-blonde bitchette in gold spandex, ofte…
Thomas Morton convenes in the bathroom with Obits, a straight-forward rock supergroup from Brooklyn.
Shy Child, a keytar-oriented synth pair, at Live at the Old Blue Last.
Soulful horn-backed tunes from Rumblestrips at Live at the Old Blue Last.
Jammer at Live at the Old Blue Last.
LA COKA NOSTRA
A Brand You Can Trust
Uhh, so these guys really like selling coke. Or at least they like talking about it. While listening to this, I couldn't help but constantly picture these guys as stereotypical
Photos by Jamie Taete
Styling by Mischa Notcutt
Whatever happened to bands looking cute and fun and actually like
Kevin Debroux is from a small town in northern Wisconsin where he grew up on a brew of self-doubt and hardcore. His old band was called Hatefuck but the album he released in 2007 as Pink Reason, Cleaning the Mirror, is a bum-down classic, which bas…
Those Darlins are three ladies from Tennessee who make free, rollicking country inspired tunes, which sit very comfortably alongside the music of bands like The Black Lips, Heavy Trash and King Khan and the Shrines. The full band is Kelley Darlin, Jessi D…
Ariel Pink talks about the bafflement caused by his group's name - Haunted Graffiti - and the tour games they play involving the physically handicapped.
Silk Flowers are a drum, key-and-button trio from Brooklyn who write brooding, Europeany electronic music tucked away inside a massive post-industrial labyrinth.
England's crust-punk barbarians take refuge in hand-forged swords and mysterious, stone-carved glyphs.
A guided tour of Fat Joe's Bronx.
"Given to the Rising","Hidden Faces","Water is Not Enough"
The man who played Stroszek busks away our blues.
Picture-perfect Americanan chill music from a quintet of Southern emigres.
The Sun CIty Girls show us how to kill the entire government.
Mick does the rhythm of a car plant to explain the Detroit sound
This week Ian heads to Chicago to talk with the city's most famous analog recording engineer about pretension, Pop Tarts, and the persistent decline of American taste.
It's getting kind of tiresome championing Cass McCombs every time he puts out another brilliant record, telling everyone who will listen that he's the best singer
Earlier this year I was talking with a pal about dream musical reformations. The more we talked about the turds who'd recently reformed for cash, the more we realised how little we cared about any of them