Transcending to Badass: That’s How Female Rockers Roll
The female musicians interviewed in Katherine Yeske Taylor’s She’s a Badass have persisted against all odds and infused rock with a feminist verve.
The female musicians interviewed in Katherine Yeske Taylor’s She’s a Badass have persisted against all odds and infused rock with a feminist verve.
Deerhunter’s Weird Era Cont., the companion to Microcastle, lives in its shadow and yet eclipses it with a bizarre brilliance all its own.
Souvenir finds Omni continuing to carve out a distinct identity (with an exacto knife) and shining among the glut of post-punk revivalist bands.
Tolhurst’s goth music history intimately details the mercurial movement, interweaving personal memories and descriptions of the “architects of darkness”.
Between Two Worlds critiques third-party storytelling as working-class exploitation.
In Formal Growth in the Desert, Protomartyr have subtly evolved their sound into something not as claustrophobically volatile as previous efforts.
The Cure’s ebulliently eclectic masterpiece ‘Wild Mood Swings’ is misguidedly maligned. What is more tantalizing than music that exalts eclecticism to such stupefying heights?
Post-punk bands Twin Tribes and Black Swan Lane hail from the sunny climes of the southwestern and southeastern US, and yet sonically mirror the late ’70s/early ’80s post-punk from the rain-sodden UK.
Poet Laureate Tongo Eisen Martin’s words snake their way into one’s consciousness and viciously bite at the tragic absurdity of American racism.
The Cure’s Faith–released 40 years ago this April–comes from a haunted, solipsistic place and it seduces you into its tormented world.
Dublin's the Murder Capital and Detroit's Protomartyr both delve into murky existential lyrical terrain as riotous riffs reverberate and drums pound militantly, infusing the atmosphere with ominous sonic shadows.
Every Day We Get More Illegal, seems to foretell a diatribe vibe, but threaded throughout Herrera's verse is the musicality--the calming, invigorating melodies that remind us, ever so sweetly, if insistently: Latino lives are beloved.