There have been a couple of ways to make yourself feel old this week. The first was to download FaceApp to your phone and use it to gaze into the void of your own mortality, a depressing prediction of what the future will bring. The second way to feel old this week was to listen […]
By Alexis Late Sometimes I don’t feel like being challenged by music. I want to escape into the wistful longing of Frankie Cosmos, or swim in the gentle heartbreak of Waxahatchee. I close my eyes and wallow in the miserable beauty that infuses in me like a mellowing tea. Each song is a sliver of […]
I’m feeling fuzzy this evening. The meds must rilly be kickin’ in. Fuzzy and warm and like I’d been out huggin’ with the ladies. This morning I was feeling fuzzy too. I keep havin’ this same dream about a house, an apartment – with some weird secret passage that leads over the roofs, and an empty […]
I have a theory that Vivian Girls are more similar to Ramones than given credit for. Not only in their sound – and the fact they were the first band to truly get Ramones since Shop Assistants – but also in the way they blazed a trail through the 2000s, inspiring dozens – possibly hundreds – of […]
Hey there. Missed me? Some old-fashioned pop music for you today. (We’re talking 90s, or 2009 at least.) It’s all fuzzy and warm and effervescent. They call it twee and shit, like that ain’t a put down. And maybe it isn’t in Spanish, who knows?All I know is that when some corporate journo suggested to […]
I would love to hear 100 versions of this playing simultaneously.
Everything is slightly confused and blurred like a Trafalgar Square night bus home.
Summer is on the horizon, and Burnt Palms are just about the most perfect band to spend it with.
It’s a shame about the Babies. Come on feel the Babie-heads.
Sun, fun, shorts, shades, the beach, the party never stops and the caring never starts.