Written By: Jasmine Conrad
He said I spend too much time in my own head because I never speak
But my eyes are wide, pupil’s hungry
I inhale the world through my iris
But I don’t spit it out on my tongue
My mouth stays clean and my teeth stay wet Continue reading
By: Jordannah Elizabeth
I was up at some obscure time and happened to see Scott Franklin of the San Francisco based post- noise, psych band Buzzmutt post his tumblr account on social media. I didn’t know he made art, and I’m sure a lot of people are unaware of his psychedelic painting skills. You never know what you will find out about people. Everyone has several hidden talents, and it’s always nice to take some time and acknowledge the interesting things artists do. Check out Scott Franklin’s Noise Paintings and Artifacts:
Written By: Jordannah Elizabeth
Kirpatrick Thomas is an original member of the brilliant desert psych western band, Spindrift. If you’re into the explosively popular underground neo psych genre that stretches across every continent on the planet, particularly North America and Western Europe, you’ve heard of Spindrift.
I asked Kirpatrick Thomas about his perspective on being an underground rock hero, his career, which includes a massive publishing deal and his relationship with up and coming bands. He was open, endearing and humorous. We’re always excited to talk to our favorite musicians! Check out what he had to say: Continue reading
Curated & Commentary By: Gregg Foreman
So, this is the best day ever. This is the best day because Gregg Foreman, the music director of Cat Power and an original member of The Delta 72, has curated the 9th Publik / Private mixtape. We’re not going to waste time pondering how we got so lucky, so without further ado, check out some of Gregg’s favorite music. He also shared a bit of commentary about the songs he chose. Feel free to indulge:
Written By: Emily Ballaine
Writing, like life, is about overcoming emptiness. What is more terrifying than the white space of a blank page, more frustrating than that slow click of a cursor ticking away like a clock? And yet it is this same blank page that can become a space for infinite combinations of words and letters and sounds. Without emptiness there is no room for creation. Continue reading
Written By: Jasmine Conrad
Necks crack, eyes twitch
So hungry for life,
light,
I can hardly stomach it
Each sunrise heats up a regret
Each full moon inspires a soul-based contract
Sign the line with blood red ink
Now your lunges are filled with sulfur
Its much easier to think
The road is hot
Orange stones burn your souls feet
In your head the name of your angel is on repeat
Written By: Claire Grossman
graphic by greer mcgettrick
Break up with your boyfriend. Cut off your hair and sell it to be made into a wig. Tell your friends that you donated your hair to cancer patients. Use the cash to buy one gold coin and one lipstick. Apply the lipstick and put on a blue silk shirt. Button the shirt all the way to the collar.
Go to the grocery store. Fill your basket with oatmeal, milk, onions, popsicles, and seltzer. Smile at the cashier whose nametag says NED. Say to the cashier, “Did you know Nancy Drew’s boyfriend was named Ned?” This Ned will laugh. Learn that Ned drives a Honda Accord and is fluent in Portuguese. Make this Ned your boyfriend. Ned’s nickname for you is “Nancy”. Continue reading
photo by nils laengner
It’s an honor to be able to share with you an exclusive look at 8MM Records/A Recordings Ltd. artists, The Blue Angel Lounge’s live session version of their song, Woods. This uniquely penetrating young band from Berlin, DE has been mesmerizing their fans since they were teenagers by bellowing their cavernous psychedelic music all over the world. Continue reading
Written By: Jordannah Elizabeth
You got the backwash of the elixir of life. – my homegirl, Sarah
I have been talking about a concept for an essay for a couple of days now. The short anecdote is a true and simple story, but I cannot consciously avoid beginning this piece without mentioning it, and furthermore making it the premise and foundation of a feeling I have been trying to uncover since it happened.
I woke in a puddle of someone else’s drool. Continue reading
Written By: Giovan Alonzi
As a goof, or jest, or in some sort of lampooning of something conventional—you, me, a “rock band,” a “main musical project”—Pink Mountaintops (often considered Stephen McBean’s side project next to Black Mountain) has not failed to, yet again, crank out a work of indulgence. Not indulgent like Dragon Force, or a math rock band, or that “noise band you’ve always wanted to destroy music with.” No, Pink Mountaintops’ indulgence lands inside something giant and wet and poppy. Take, for instance, the melting croon that opens, Sixteen:
As the people stood around and stared / we were racing passed the walls / outside the bars of innocence / we could steal it all Continue reading
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