It is hot, steamy, and you’re in Tennessee in the middle of summer. There you are, sitting on a porch drinking a cold beer when you see a beautiful black Cadillac slowly rolling down the street. There is only one thing it can be and you know damn well it’s the next rock phenomena on the horizon. In a time
The theme of our next issue is culture and community. To further reflect this, we want the community to help design our cover. We don't care if it's a rad photo you have, an oil painting, charcoal drawing, or illustrated graphic. We want to see what you think represents the skate scene and the skateboard culture you're apart of.
When the Dirty Heads’ “Lay Me Down” was parading around Top 40 radio stations a few months ago, I genuinely thought Dispatch was making a mainstream comeback. But no, this was some other derivative of the beach rock genre already on the decline. While I can respect them for dragging this subgenre to the eardrums of the mass public, there’s
Sick of the songs on the radio? Misser’s new album “Every Day I Tell Myself I’m Going to Be a Better Person” is a refreshing breath of fresh air in the midst of a plethora of poppy trash and a musical era dominated by auto-tune and a lack of talent
Featuring a wistful fusion of indie-rock with synthpop, “Plushgun,” has recently grown to prominence with their addictive indie-synth sound, riddled with nostalgic lyrics and youthful vocals.
It's not a particularly easy accomplishment to fill up so much sonic space without having a sound that becomes cluttered and distracting, but Lindsay seems to pull it off with ease.
The transcendental draw of California—casually basking in the glow of the sun, riding with your wayfarers on, and chugging cheap beer at a beach bonfire—is flaunted by Best Coast’s sophomore effort, The Only Place (Mexican Summer).
Kitty Clementine is odd. It's pretty clear that she's going for odd…but it's important to note that she succeeded. Clementine is the kind of musicians I prefer to dislike. She's the type that unapologetically does whatever the hell she wants to do, and that has a tendency to turn out like self-indulgent trash
It saddens me greatly today to say that we lost one of music's great pioneers. Today Adam Yauch, known better to many as M.C.A., one third of the Beastie Boys, lost his nearly three-year long battle with cancer.
On the surface, Hidden Hospitals has college rock written all over them. Upon closer listening to their first and self-titled EP, however, it becomes apparent that they have far more to offer than can be illustrated in just five songs. Hidden Hospitals EP 001 rounds out a solid fifteen minutes of sparse, experimental rock
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