Ahead of Tri Angle's first-year anniversary party, founder Robin Carolan unpacks his label's brutal beauty.
The musicians gave the cult TV show the key ingredient to make it one of the best anime series of all time.
The youth music center Sanders opened as mayor of Burlington in the 1980s is now the country's oldest all-ages DIY venue renowned for its punk scene.
Kirstian Matsson had a helluva year full of divorce and death. Out of it, his fourth record, Dark Bird Is Home, emerged. Where will the 32-year-old songwriter go from here?
Candide is a Berlin/Brooklyn duo who use the miraculous gift of the internet to send digital song snippits back and forth to each other and finish them collaboratively.
We talked to founder Gordon Mac and former DJ Lindsay Wesker about how their station—run illegally out of a Walthamstow tower block through the late-1980s—informed a generation of music-lovers.
Can we expect to see Britpop's finest down the Berghain?
If you believe in Faygo, hope, and alternative families you're going to love the first music video from ICP's new album, The Marvelous Missing Link: Found.
One blog has compiled Google street views of the addresses of bands reviewed in old issues of Maximum Rock'n'roll.
I don't really get why this band exists, but I am glad they do.
Frankie Bones and Adam X's Storm Rave brought rave culture to America. Now they're bringing it back, and sharing an exclusive mix for a new generation of techno heads.
How Soviet hipsters invented the first flexi discs... and were sent to the gulag for doing so.
The LA producer talks about his new LP Fated and how he originally wanted to be making beats like Dr. Dre.
Listen to some springtime jams to shake off any remnants of your seasonal affective disorder.
There is a parallel universe where Zayn Malik lives on.
"Tennessee Haze" is complex, layered, and subtly menacing.
I chatted with Martin about his new album, his old band, and how geeking out about synths in interviews gets "very boring."
The band has visions of grotesque surgeries, Ghostbusters, interdimensional portals, and IFOs (identified flying objects).
Now that music collective PC Music is sponsored by a corporation, where does their big joke about mass consumerism start and end?
A tale of how the inner-west was won.
Their new track is textured and bleak, drums lapsing occasionally into militaristic beats, before the entire song transitions into a 60s psychedelic dreamscape drone spectacular.
A Capellaypse Now.
"This was aggressive aggressive! Ian ruled with an iron fist. What he said won and he made sure it did."
One of our favorite VICE contributors is having an event at the Museum of Modern Art in NYC on May 17.