Sometimes I think the part of my brain that understands pop music was destroyed in an accident I don’t remember having. I’ll hear a record and I’ll tell someone (a friend, a stranger, whomever) to listen to it because it’s catchy or good or interesting and they’ll be like, “What are you TALKING about? This MORE…
Who Are the Mystery Girls? A Novel in Serial Form Chapter 11 of 13, Salem Court and the Heart of Agnes McCanty By Adam Gnade Sometimes the person doing you the most damage is the one you least expect, the one you’ve forgotten about or held too close and believed too much in or pushed MORE…
Who Are the Mystery Girls? A Novel in Serial Form Chapter 10 of 13, Jason Bourne and the Elf By Adam Gnade Driving back down the Balboa hill under the dull yellow streetlamps, Agnes told Marigold and Norma her suspicions and what she planned to do, and then no one spoke as they drove west, MORE…
Sometimes in moments of uncertainty, violent art will give you the strength you need to persevere. As I write this, we will either get a racist, fascist pig for a president or a limp, gray, dishrag no one I know cares about or is excited about or puts much faith in. So, Get Hustle—the rasping, MORE…
Head Wound City’s debut EP, released 15 years ago today by Three One G, is a white-hot snarl of electrified barb wire, pink vomit, and motorcycles on fire, a tidal wave of broken glass, ninja stars, and anvils. It’s a record that hits hard and fast and leaves you wanting more—more pain, more thrash, more MORE…
The Bastard Noise contribution to this split 12” finds them in a deep, murky silence of various noise strains and warm electronics floating up from the darkness like phosphorescent jellyfish before sinking back down again. It’s a glorious, spacey quiet turn for a band well-loved for its cranial-drill aural warfare. The two Bastard Noise tracks MORE…
Who Are the Mystery Girls? A Novel in Serial Form Chapter 9 of 13, Davy Crockett and El Rey de los Verdugos By Adam Gnade When Tavis Gregory regained consciousness that Halloween night, he was lying on his side on the couch, blood dried to a crust under his nose and down his neck, chest MORE…
Seeing Camera Obscura is one of my earliest live show memories. I couldn’t tell you what year it was or where the band played or who I was with, but I remember how it felt standing in the darkness as a wide-eyed kid while Michelle, Duane, Bill, and Russell tore it the fuck up. The MORE…
Five years ago today, Three One G released this 7″ featuring two songs from the soundtrack to the Asia Argento film Incompresa. Maybe you’ve seen the movie, maybe you haven’t. Maybe you’ve heard the record, maybe you haven’t. Here’s a brief endorsement of both if you’re in the “haven’t” camp aka the “you’re missing out” MORE…
Who Are the Mystery Girls? A Novel in Serial Form Chapter 8 of 13, Tavis Gregory and General Tso By Adam Gnade Agnes, Marigold, and Norma stood in front of the white picket fence bordering Tavis Gregory’s front yard transfixed by the image inside. Rendered in bright, clear, well-lit detail through the frame of his MORE…