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Daniel Falatko
Evan Dando is like a living, walking, breathing acid trip. Everywhere the golden-haired, ageless one wanders, he sparks off surreal spells that enchant and confuse his immediate surroundings, morphing even the most placid of venues into temporarily warped portals catering… Continue Reading →
You know how it is with indie club gigs these days. You avoid the bar as if it held nine plagues (or in this case nine dollar Tecates). You take a quick glance at a merch table manned by someone… Continue Reading →
It isn’t very often that I stumble across a record released in this Foul Year Of Our Lord 2018 that inspires me to throw down 500-or-so words on it. But this isn’t the only aspect that makes the ingeniously-named Beak>… Continue Reading →
If anyone happened to be curious where both industrial and black metal were born, all they would need to do is trace the dim light path from the ancient black star that was “Caledonia”, the first track off Cromagnon’s straight… Continue Reading →
If the wild and woolly Blue Cheer’s self-titled debut were to take on physical form, it would perfectly materialize into one of those massive jugs of Boon’s Farm wine you can see being communally passed in rock festival footage from… Continue Reading →
The Flowers album was for loners and lovers only. It provided a tight backdrop for a lot of decadent fantasy. —Patti Smith Long dismissed as a cash grab hodgepodge of unreleased tracks and singles hastily released to capitalize on the… Continue Reading →
Pitchfork has this thing that they love to do on Sundays. Most of us utilize this day of freedom to get some errands done, have a nice brunch, go for a walk, catch up on that Hulu backlog…a whole litany… Continue Reading →
There is no discography as consistent, as expansive, or as exploratory as that of The Church. This is in no way meant to be a controversial statement. It isn’t a provocation. It’s just a simple fact. 34 albums deep, 867… Continue Reading →
Uh oh, the social responsibility taskforce has been unleashed from Pitchfork headquarters and is chasing after the wrong beasts again. Unlike the Fork Puritan’s recent head scratching run at completely harmless folkies Luluc, however, this one seems more inevitable. After… Continue Reading →
Serge Gainsbourg & Michel Colombier, Le Pacha: Lots of people were dissing on Record Store Day this year due to reasons I never bothered looking up, probably legitimate reasons, but that certainly didn’t stop RSD 2018 from dropping some way… Continue Reading →
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