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Contemplating the Heavens with VHK's Atilla Grandpierre
Decked out in robes and war paint, Atilla howls with profound fury and joy while whipping himself into a shamanistic frenzy. Comparatively speaking, his shamanic punk band VHK makes Gogol Bordello seem about as intense as a middle-school production of...
Live Skull, Dead Body
Seeing as all of their songs on Spotify have a little "less than 1000 plays" symbol next to them, chances are you haven’t listened to much Live Skull. They were the best of the New York no-wave psychos, and they've aged better than Hungarian dessert...
Metal's Lost Survivalist Endeavors of the 1990s - Volume 1: Helloween
It's common knowledge that several forms of metal weathered a serious beating at the hands of 90s alt-rock, with hair-metal forced into a well-deserved dirt-nap. The adaptive gestures executed by many of these bands constitutes a collective phenomenon...
Vinyl and Ebay: A Fascinating Relationship (Volume Two)
At some point last year, an acquaintance made me aware of RecordFlipper, a blog that aims to serve as an investment tip sheet for the release and future release of hyperlimited vinyl titles. I decided to interview one of the main flippers about it.
Best Musical Questions for the 21st Century—Kim Fowley Interviews Chris Darrow
In this revelatory meeting of the minds: two visionaries converge as Kim Fowley quizzes longtime friend Chris Darrow providing a music history lesson and questions galore that run the gamut from Facebook, drug use, alcohol, and fast food.
Bringing in the String Section with Mars' Mark Cunningham
Mars never made a bad album. In fact, during its fleeting, 36-month lifespan, the NYC no wave combo never made any kind of album.
The F***s to S***s Ratio
Two give-a-shits strains the threshold of tolerability. Beyond two shits is technically mental illness. That’s where you care so much about what you’re doing, you can’t even handle being a human being. This is where you kick somebody’s teeth in for...
The Secret Sin of Mark Driscoll
Here are the tracks which Mark Driscoll has been allowing to seep into his gel-soaked, faux-hawked-like-a-third-grader, hair, then down into his hard, NASA hard, skull.
Straight White Guys, Just Stop It
How about this, if you had to sing the song you're thinking of covering in front of a group of non-white people would you feel comfortable, or uncomfortable?
Problematic Lyrics Within Ten Pop Songs
Let us not forget that the junior high boys from ten years ago, the ones who commented at Suicide Girls forums and had a kind of sour smell to them, they, too, had a hard time swallowing Bright Eyes lyrics.
Rocking Your Jock: The Wide World of Sports and Where It Has Intersected With Music
When it comes to pro sports, money doesn’t just “talk” anymore. It $hreds. It also yodel$, jam$, drops phat ba$$ and of course, $pit$ mad flow.
Defending Reggae to White People Who Don’t Like Reggae
To not like reggae based on the five unassailable tenets of Reggae No Thank You is to do the world a disservice. And you've done that enough, Whitey.