Elizabeth le Fey’s gossamer cat’s cradle of mystery, magic, and music finds itself under the moniker of Globelamp. The artist delivers spectral intonations reminiscent of forgotten shores and night tides.
Avery Trufelman, one of the amazing producers of 99pi, curates, organizes, and presents many of the show’s terrific stories (her episodes will change your life, I’m not even kidding).
Guttural, sticky refrains and dominant drums. Crunchy guitars and zigzagging bass. And coolly assertive, slick vocals. Seattle’s wimps – Rachel Ratner, Matt Nyce, and Dave Ramm – are behind some of music’s most visceral live performances.
The breadth of excitement, sincerity, and knowledge that she brings to The Grey Estates is not only immersive and welcoming, but it is a touchstone of quality in a market where, more often than not, publications favor snark over sensibility.
Alfred Howard’s impression on San Diego music has been paramount. From being the scribe behind seven bands to writing anecdotal, jocular, and observant memoirs, the record collector and immensely talented artist has changed the topography of the city.
Mindy Furano’s matchless wit, creative spontaneity, and cultural awareness is inimitable and variegated – she’s basically one of our favorite people. If you’re not following her on Twitter and Vine, you’re misusing the internet and I don’t have time for this.
Hypnotic drumming, the mean baying of guitars, syrupy volleys of bass, and dominant, microphone searing vocals: these attributes would probably emblazon the scouting report of Brooklyn’s ferocious Fruit & Flowers, a band whose well-organized chaos is known throughout New York’s culturally rad music scene.
Science-fiction, NASA, plumes of kicked up dirt behind the wheels of a DeLorean. Computer Magic’s hypnotic oeuvre revolves around themes of emotional wanderlust, illusory control, and the tenuous ebb of self-exploration.
Splavender’s cozy summer vibes emanate coastal breezes and surfboard wax. They are our favorite band in the Beach Malaise genre. Hailing from the sunscreen slacked shorelines of San Diego, the band is the perfect seaside cocktail of hushed, spectral vocals and chill instrumentation.
Sara Schaefer is incredibly funny. From her uncompromising stand-up to her phenomenally sharp and culturally aware writing, she is delivering terrifically insightful material to a world that desperately needs levity.