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We All Scored At Lethal Amount’s Pure Trash With Sylvain Sylvain
You read that title right. Every last one of us, from the most hideous to the most creeporial (or is the word creepatory?) got laid that night. This was just an event like no other, between the cool, rock and glam songs Sylvain Sylvain was licking out to the unmistakable

Super Tight Rides into the Sunset at Final Show
At first glance, the psychedelic clown flyer for Super Tight appears to be some underground Tim & Eric masochist party where everyone takes drugs, has sex and talks about the TV Show they’re developing. Actually, wait: that’s kind of what it is. In the best way. This out-of-focus Polaroid shows

Stayin’ Alive: Giorgio Moroder’s 78th Birthday At The Globe Theater
Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about who we become as we grow older. For all the hype the vitality of youth gets in our society, the shedding of the layers of bullshit that age affords people of all ranks is equally liberating and deserves its time in the

Snow Blood On The Leaves: Alice Glass, Zola Jesus, And Pictureplane At Teragram
Before catching the first night of the Snowblood Tour, I had these artists placed at two very different ends of the darkwave spectrum. At one end is Alice Glass; a brash, angsty counterculture icon with an unmistakable approach to music and at the other end is Zola Jesus; a classically-trained

Shred And Sensitivity: The Smoking Popes At The Viper Room
The week leading up to The Smoking Popes‘ return to Los Angeles at the Viper Room was filled by my reacquainting myself with their music. I remember the first time I heard of the Popes, from a friend who described them as pop punk meets big band, which is a

Crusty Anthems and Salty Sing-alongs: The Distillers Return to Orange County
I remember The Distillers as a band on the periphery of my hesher upbringing in the early 2000’s. They were on MTV back when pop-punk was still sweeping the airwaves and amassed a large following even though their music wasn’t your run-of-the-mall, American Pie movie soundtrack drek. The Distillers were

Heaven or Coachella?: Django Django And Tank And The Bangas At The Fonda
Much like the eye of a tropical storm, Los Angeles enjoyed a few days of eerie tranquility in the weekdays between the first and second weekend of Coachella. If you don’t have the patience to deal with drunk teenagers and a few thousand dollars worth of disposable income to make

Between Coachellas, Brazilian Boogarins At The Echo
As I continue my education in psych rock, I start seeing these shows as lectures and the artists as professors in preparation for my “thesis” at this year’s Desert Daze. That said, it was refreshing to get an international take on the genre with Boogarins, a band that hails from

From The Bay To L.A. Classic Metal Burns Bright: Hell Fire At Echoplex
With my recent concert-going escapades seemingly devoted to punk, in all its forms, it felt like I had forgotten my first love: heavy fucking metal. And, in attending the Echoplex’s Metal Monday showcase, it was as if the prodigal son had returned to church. In a sense, I mean this

The Murder City Devils at Teragram or: How Spencer Moody Learned to Love The Stooges
After seeing The Murder City Devils for the 2nd time on Sunday at the Teragram Ballroom, I spent a great deal of time contemplating the band’s sound and impact. During one especially thrilling interlude, lead singer Spencer Moody told the story of how he was born in existential crisis, wondering what