I’m drowning in it.
On the veteran songwriter's latest album Shepherd in a Sheepskin Vest.
Joan Didion wasn’t the only one who saw through flower power’s bullshit.
The spiritual free-form philosophy of Pony Moon.
It was my last good childhood summer before I learned everything sucked.
Bag Of Holding manifests optimism rather than merely suggesting it.
This hasty EP just proves Lil Nas X is going to ride that ‘til he can’t no more.
“This Life” is devouring my consciousness, and I’m in hell.
Remembering G.L.O.S.S., a queer band gone too soon.
How do you keep anger and punk drive going after decades have passed?
Nick Drake was the spokesman for my teenage depression.
The dysfunctional family reunion of sound on Phantom Paddle Boat.
Right now, genders are genres. Maybe Lil Nas X can help.
What freak in the 1960s didn’t?
99 Pounds of soul.
See their current tour at your own peril.
Some songwriters are able to give a musical form of literature.
Sven-Erik Geddes' Planet Pimp, garage rock ubiquity, and the ouroboros of its influences and its relative success in the 1990's.
The Bowtie meets The Boss.
Cyndi Lauper's first appearance on record is her best.
All he needs now is a commemorative postage stamp.
An uncategorizable work made of elements that would become United States I-IV and The Big Science.
From the Welsh musician's stellar new album Reward, out now on Mexican Summer.
"All of the guys that I made music won't even talk to me. All of them."
Extraordinary new album by the Serbian sound artist.
From the album Zero Player Game, available now on Ehse Records.
An old solo demo of a song that ended up on Girlpool's latest album What Chaos is Imaginary?
A new album by Chad Beattie out now on Sara Laughs Records.
Live improvisations and interviews captured in a short documentary.
Full show shot by Thomas Kessler.