INUS (aka The Institute for Navigating the Universal Self) is a pre-post apocalyptic, post-honky-tonk-prog-skronk, space Tropicalia, math-lounge powerviolence trio from San Diego, California. Poking fun at the failed for-profit universities of yesteryear, the band’s live performance interweaves blistering, calculated bursts of noise with educational slideshows that riff on subversive political commentary, dada-surrealist sci-fi, scathing social MORE…

Side one of Leg Lifters’ Radical Humiliation 7″ (which came out seven years ago today) is a piano ballad done Three One G style, which of course means it sounds nothing like any other piano ballad in history. It’s slow and there’s some sort of piano, but there’s also Justin Pearson’s abrasive, grating vocals, a MORE…

Hot Nerds’ Strategically Placed Bananas LP, released six years ago today, is a brutish pummel of shrieking noise. It sounds like Eric Paul (Doomsday Student, Chinese Stars) doing a one-man stage adaptation of Eraserhead as a tribute to PiL. (All of that meant in the best possible way.) If this record were a person it MORE…

“Silent is a Mexicali-based outfit that cooks up a sonic stew that includes the darkness and tension of goth rock and the driving attack of punk. Jung Sing’s (Maniqui Lazer, All Leather) baritone vocals have drawn comparisons to Nick Cave—and rightfully so—but his delivery is channeled through with an aggression that is clearly coming from MORE…

Visiting home I spend my time driving familiar streets, tracing routes I once took, staring at the rows of houses as I pass, palm trees lining the sidewalk, pawn shops on corners, the yellow-painted Mexican restaurants… I drive and I leave the radio off and I try to remember. This is all a trick or MORE…

As explained on METZ’s Subpop artist bio, “‘Change is inevitable if you’re lucky,’ says guitarist/vocalist Alex Edkins while talking about Atlas Vending, the fourth full-length album by Toronto’s METZ. ‘Our goal is to remain in flux, to grow in a natural and gradual way. We’ve always been wary to not overthink or intellectualize the music MORE…

I sit on the curb reading the new issue of CityBEAT while Joey Carr smokes crystal in the back of Kurt’s van. The sun is setting over Downtown, and from the Broadway hill it’s a wide, sweeping, panoramic view of the harbor and the airport, the silver gray office buildings with the light of dusk MORE…

On this day in 2013, a true beast was born into the world. The Opera LP by ZEUS! is a heavyhitting motherfucker (that hits heavier than most motherfuckers), and does so with just two people (and a cameo from Justin Pearson of The Locust, Retox, Planet B, and Deaf Club on the second track, the MORE…

Holy Molar will ruin hardcore for you. This is a good thing. Let it burn. Let some weird new phoenix rise from the ashes. After the deluge of Molar, most hardcore ends up sounding basic as fuck. It sounds cookiecutter. Generic. Samey. Two guitars, bass, a singer, and drums? Come on, where’s the adventure, the MORE…

Avenida Revolución, Tijuana, Mexico, August 4th, 2001. Walking past the leather coat shops, the colorful blankets and boxing marionettes for sale, display cases of knives, rows of women’s shoes, tourist t-shirts, Ropa Americana, telenovela magazines on the walls of a blue-painted plywood newsstand, lottery tickets strung up with brown twine, a marble chess set of MORE…