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So Christopher Owens has a crazy life, right? Forget that he grew up in a travelling gypsy cult, that’s real, that happens and I know people who’ve lived an iteration of that, kind of, (unlike boring-ass Jenny Lewis, who recently told the New York Times some ridiculous name-droppy, madeup, Hollywood...

Photos by Maggie Boyd // Maggie Boyd Photography Ed. Note: We at Pinpoint are still trying to figure out how to react to The Neighbourhood. Radio has been playing their singles in loop since their debut album came out of Los Angeles in 2013. Anyone who turned on iTunes in that...

I don’t know who this dude or where the fuck he’s come from (Brooklyn? He smells like Brooklyn) or just what in the sam hell the impetus is for this purped-up codeine vaped pop jammer but I dig the Hot Sugar. It’s a groove trip for fledgling narcoleptics and the...

Death Grips is dead and Niggas on the Moon is the “band’s” (quotation marks taken from Death Grip’s Facebook annihilation napkin statement) first pass on impressing their eulogy on art, time and the maddened zipgun massive. A wantonly irritable catalog of prickling, debilitated soundscapes released freely a few short weeks...

I used to think I could live in Chicago but…I don’t know. After so long in New York, the Midwest just seems a little weird, bro. A little faded, dated, happiness is a warm gun on a barbed tongue and I wouldn’t call the El a subway system (because it...

Ed. Note: There is a timelessness to the sound of Sharon Van Etten that is both emphatic and devastating. A soulful, sensual and sorrowful candor played out a in big band (not in the swing sense, just fulsome) context as opposed to the bare armed oppression of the solo sirens...