Photo by Charlie Auringer “Are we on? We guttah start the record.” Since the dawn of large brained mammals, a pure mixture of love and
“Them bleeding gum Comanche…do they still dance in Moonlight?” – Holy Spirit “Beats me? Dust Bowls light my eyes, pure strings.” – RD “I like
{Disclaimer: the following article was written before protests broke-out across America. The writer would like to exclaim his complete support concerning the Black Lives Matter
“I need a rescue,” sing/speaks Jared Artaud of the electronic-psych band The Vacant Lots and don’t we all at this point. Their latest single: Rescue, is
Clouds of fuzz He sits on. Thump of kick drum, drone of analog keys, give way to the gospel choir, and a river of wah
Photos by Felicia Wolfe As a Star is forming in harsh abyss, collecting particles, sucking blank matter, heating, expelling colors and bizarre life forms – does
“Blessed are the faithful, for a good part of the audience took the fiasco good-naturedly, called it a pop happening, did not even ask for
Polaroids by Luz Gallardo “Spin the eddies of the sky inside these black petals. Shadows have covered the earth that bears us. Open a
Interest in anything is the first step towards waking among floating Goddesses, who sip tea (verbatim). This is a fact. So what compels one to
Is a tepid serum here? Or – Is fine, thoughtful music being made in 2019? In this moment of probable human rot, the fruits are
