Over the past week, we’ve showcased the best new bands to check out at Coachella. Instead of our usual Artist of the Week, we’ve decided to mix it up a bit in honor of one of the biggest festivals in the world. With the festival rapidly approaching (this weekend and next to be exact), here
Night Beats I walked into Music Hall of Williamsburg to music already playing, and I knew from the heavy-reverbed note bending that sounded like a portal straight back to Texas psych rock from the ’60s, that Night Beats was on stage. Singer D. Lee Blackwell split his time between growling and yelping into the mic
Sleepy Sun‘s latest release, Spiny Hits, is the record I want to spend all my hazy summer days jamming to. This is the San Francisco-based quintet’s third album and for a new band, they certainly have the genre of psychedelic rock down to a T. I made it a point to listen to the entire
If you have not heard “Somebody That I Used to Know” by Gotye, you must live under a rock. It’s the only explanation, really, considering that track transcends genres, making it accessible to alternative rock, pop, and even hip-hop radio stations, which have all given it monstrous airtime. The Australian-based indie outfit has been one
Adam Granduciel The War on Drugs show at Music Hall of Williamsburg was one of those shows where no one wanted to get close to the stage until the headliner started setting up. There was this strange divide, like an invisible barrier that no one wanted to cross until Ape School loaded off the stage.
Somewhere in North Hollywood right now, there is a failed actor in his 50s wearing loose-fitting pants, shoes only available at Samuel French, and a faded salmon tank top. He’s standing in front of a group of hapless “actors” who have foolishly signed up for his class, because “it was a good deal,” and “Well,
Ok, I’ll be honest. I’m a little bitter about not going to Coachella this year. Having gone the past two years, I’m no stranger to that pre-Coachella feeling: in a few weekends I’ll be yearning for the desert sun, the overpriced food, the kick-ass people, and, most importantly, the kick-ass music. So, while I’m busy
Of Monsters and Men, a clever play on Of Mice and Men are a fun band. They exude fun, there’s really no better way to put it. They’ve been all over our site recently and with good reason. The group’s album, My Head Is an Animal, dropped April 3rd and it is absolutely beautiful. For
I don’t know about anybody else, but I never really thought “beach and music destination” when I thought of Gulf Shores, Alabama. As the name of the city implies, it’s on the gulf, where it’s highly unlikely you’ll ever get a decent wave, but if there is anything this tiny stretch of ‘Bama sandwiched between
Miike Snow may have fooled you the way they fooled me when I first laid my ears on that catchy electro-pop number “Animal” back in 2009. I was hooked that very first time. The song’s choruses trance my brain the way their mysterious identity seemed to appeal to me and perhaps others too. It was