Reviews

“Get this into your head and never forget it: wolves and lambs look not on one another with gentle eyes.” So concludes the narrative of

The first few months of my freshman year of high school were pretty much all about my bright red Walkman. iPods had just come out,

Halfway through the Screaming Females’ Live at the Hideout, you hear Marissa Paternoster’s normal speaking voice for the first and only time. Between a jammed-out

“Stay, illusion!” Horatio famously (and fruitlessly) warns King Hamlet’s ghost. In this spirit of enduring futility comes Protomartyr’s Under Color of Official Right, a desperate,

RATKING’s initial big break came prior to the crew’s official formation. Back then it was a group of friends and presented as so—no different than

Pure X embodies the very euphoria of the substance their name evokes through their work, which often oscillates between gentle swathes of noise and woozy

On some level, Dylan Baldi is a void-filler. His Cloud Nothings project arrived at that turn-of-the-decade instant when various young minds began pillaging heavily from

If you’re ready to start calling yourself mature, you’ll dig The Coathangers’ new record, Suck My Shirt. If you’re still clinging onto the idea of

Mac DeMarco isn't sure if he feels comfortable telling you what to do. Living in Bushwick room-share as a 23-year old migrant to New York

When Unwound’s 1993 debut, Fake Train, came out on Kill Rock Stars, I was the four-year-old child of Steely Dan fans in Pasadena. When the