The symphonic infrastructure of art across all mediums does indeed still exist in 2017, but it requires some digging beneath the surface to unearth, especially in music and cinema.
Of Ennui’s melodic discord channels My Bloody Valentine’s speaker eviscerating distortion, all while adding layers of viscous dread. There’s a defiant sense of peril, aggression, and intangible comfort throughout the record’s hypnotic running time.
Started in 2016, Angry Grrrl Music highlights “women, femmes, LGBTQ+, and minority movements in the punk rock & indie rock scenes,” and guests span from the musicians themselves to “supporting” members of the music industry like Jamie Coletta of SideOne Dummy Records and Sheridan Allen of mental health advocacy group Punk Talks.
Back before the earth cooled and life crawled from the primordial ooze, nightclubs dotted San Diego’s map. The Spirit (off of Morena Boulevard) always had great bands running through and if they knew my I.D. was fake, they never made a big deal out of it.
Bachelor No. 2 (or, the last remains of the dodo) is not only one of the key records in the official turning point for my taste in music as I approached the Sweet Sixteen, but it would continue to endure throughout key moments in the rest of my high school days, and well beyond.
Whatever you do, please don’t be the guy mansplaining the merits of an aughts Kasabian record. It’s cool to like a band, but you don’t need to cradle their vinyl in your hands as if you’re giving a lecture at a museum of photographic arts.
The Rallies are the real deal when it comes to power pop — music that fills your heart and soul with joy, even if the basis of the song is not always a happy ending.
Back in January, we experienced the first snapshot of Sharkmuffin’s upcoming opus, Tsuki. The rough mix of “Little Bird” was an elegiac thunderstorm of adult compromises.
In some ways, Life Will See You Now is another pleasant and familiar Jens Lekman album, but it largely marks a major personal hurdle for an artist who has endured a lot for someone still only in his mid-30s.
The instrument jarring, floor stomping, guttural vehemence of Brooklyn’s Ex-Girlfriends — Tarra Thiessen, Heather Cousins, Christine Hill, Monika Knapp — create a landscape of circus mirrors and guitar eviscerating mayhem.