The First Real Day of Summer: Hinds at Teragram
High school is a strange time in life. Caught between wanting the independence you can’t have and having the responsibilities you don’t want, it provides the emotional foundation on which
Silver Linings to Sorrowful Tales: Laura Veirs at The Echo
Touring in support of her new album The Lookout, Laura Veirs performed an intimate show at The Echo to a crowd composed of some of the most engaged fans I’ve
Overcoming Fear With Fever Ray At The Palladium
It’s an understatement to say that I’ve struggled to find words to describe the all-encompassing spectacle that is Fever Ray, live and very much in the flesh. Adorned in a
Who Needs Pins When You’ve Got Spikes? GBH at the Observatory
It’s 8pm in Southern California, the night before Punk Rock Bowling kicks off in Las Vegas: do you know where the local punks are? You might assume they’re all somewhere
Against Me! Stuns at The Observatory Before Punk Rock Bowling
One of the great things about being a Punk living in Southern California, is Punk Rock Bowling season. A slew of legendary punk bands tend to make LA/OC area their
What’s Left To Ponders: Pond At Zebulon
One of the best things my Dad ever taught me was to learn the rules laid down by any system before deciding which ones deserve to be broken. After all,
Get Off Your Phone and Into the Crowd: Unknown Mortal Orchestra at The Wiltern
There are times in my life when I don’t listen to new music. Those are often dark times where I do nothing but binge all my old favorite artists –
Crushed at Communion: Cough and Grime at Union
Union is a weird venue (and I say that entirely with love.) The range of genres and performers you can see there within any given three day period is unparalleled;
It Ain’t a Cult, it’s a Trap: Tyla Yaweh and SAINt JHN at The Roxy
Hip hop shows in 2018 are the most purely fun concerts of any genre causing a ruckus in LA. With rowdy DJs, blunt smoke, wild dance, and beautiful women everywhere,
Soulfly And Nile: From The Amazon to The Whiskey
When I was thirteen years old, strewn above my bed, watching over me as I slept, was none other than Max Cavalera. His silhouette standing over the ocean, arms a-stretched
Satyricon’s Final Los Angeles Show At The Regent: A Night Too Blackened To Forget
How do music writer’s typically describe the black metal sound? Frigid riffs? blast-beat drums? Cold shriek vocals? Epic? Medieval? Symphonic? These keywords are standard diction in black metal analysis but
Finding the Funk: Birocratic at Union
I’d like to begin by getting one very important thing out of the way: I’m a transplant here, as I’m sure a solid 95% of those reading this are too.