Some music just isn't meant for standard-issue Apple earbuds.
MBV. My Bloody Valentine. Really, that's all we should have to say to dissolve your brain into a technicolor puddle of sound and fury, but we'll elaborate…
We already know that music festivals are maybe the worst possible environment for a budding romance, and still, people are treating the pre-headliner Port-a-Potty line like their own personal Bunny Ranch lineup.
Like "Where are your parents?" and "What the fuck?"
Noisey fam/Rap Game Pippi Longstocking fights back against the reviled Nightlife Creeper and pulls no punches.
Or if they're rentals.