Love! Romance! And all that crap! This week brought two very different music-related spins on the aforementioned topics to my attention, or at least two things that try to bring together music and “relationships.” Blog-rock porn and Sublime fans playing the match game, after the jump! More »
I was skimming through this year’s Bonnaroo lineup as part of my usual round of cyber-stalking Neko Case, and I came upon an interesting discovery—this festival kicks ass! Although one of my friends described the layout as a desert of dust and piss, and the jam-centric lineup means stupid Phish is going to play for approximately 76 hours straight, I can pretty much get behind anything that brings together High On Fire and Janelle Monae (that isn’t made by the Hood Internet). Something this good could never happen on indie rock’s watch! Here are five reasons why the mud-caked hippies who will attend Bonnaroo are better than your sweater-clad ass!
I have a personal metric for how ridiculous American society has become, a calculation that simply adds together the amount of respect the culture affords to two phenomena: Donald Trump and Playboy. More »
Urb busts back against Pitchfork’s takedown of Idolator fave Steve Aoki’s Pillowface mix CD with a screed that manages to zing the entire city of Chicago in the process. More »
“Here’s a fun item from our new blog about Steve Aoki kicking a blogger in the head.” Maura: “How is that blogger not you?” Ha ha. (But! This story is lame-o false advertising. Especially about the “fun” part. So, uh, don’t click on it? Or maybe click it on it, but don’t say we didn’t warn you. More »
