And we’re back… well, sort of. We’re at least moseying our way toward the holiday finish line. Not quite ready to let go of it…
Week in Shows: ‘Creepy Crawlycore’ and M Lamar’s Radical, Black Metal Opera
PC Worship‘s EP release show is coming up this week at Palisades, as we trust you know from last week’s interview with Justin Frye. But there’s…
Shows: Your Cyberpunk Future and Women of the Katy Perry Research Institute
Negative Approach, Night Birds, Child Bite, Outskirts Sunday, Nov. 29th, 8 pm at The Acheron: $15 Years back, I was day drinking at an unassuming…
PC Worship’s Basement Hysteria is Out, Justin Frye Guides Us (Partway) Through the Haze
Let’s face it, this coming weekend is pretty much guaranteed to be a wash of regret and sorrow. But there’s a light at the end…
Week in Shows: DIY Venue Loses the Diapers and Ohio Punks ‘Pissed Off For a Reason’
Wow guys, big week for the DIY scene: Aviv turns a whole one year old. And actually, that’s kinda getting up there in DIY years. Though,…
Week in Shows: Hurry, Time’s Running Out For Beats Delight and the Arrival of Austin Hardcore
Are you looking for spooky Halloween-themed shows? Well, you’ve come to the wrong place. Stay tuned for our guide to legit everything worth going to…
Shows: Father/Daughter Prom Party and CMJ Without Agoraphobic Nosebleeds
CMJ is upon us, which translates to either the arrival of a complete shit show or (if you’re not really the observant type) venues suddenly appearing…
Shows: Return of the Post-Punk Lizard People and Badass Women Pushing Buttons
This week, the benefits continue for the Silent Barn– and c’mon, you wanna see those bands play anyway, right? Also on the docket: a still-warbling legend…
Shows: a Fest For Grade-A Grating Noise and a Change-Up at Nothing Changes
Our only utterance of advice for this week: pack em in, kids. If you’re as unsettled about the end of summer as we are, consider…
Shows: Yas Noise Queens and Renegade Sounds from the Lone Star State
Where has the sun gone? It’s cool, we needed a break anyway. Thankfully mood-appropriate bands are scooting into town reminding us of our impending doom.…