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So Jimmy Whispers, huh? Okay. Good name. A little porny in a Hubert Selby Jr. dream of Brooklyn’s once violently beautiful decay kinda way but this kid’s from Chicago and is a shad shaggier in his honeydew blonde than The Queen of the Bennies but I can’t and won’t hold...

The Brooklyn boys used to yell “BALLS DEEP!” when the night had taken a turn in which no fucks could ever possibly be given and the beer swirled and the speed furled and sometimes eyebrows were shaved, hissing cockroaches eaten and half-naked strangers or rollercoasters, you know? That was a...

I’m not gonna lie. I’ve heard a ton of great things about Girlpool but I’ve been crazy reluctant to fall in for the girl/girl gentle strumming dream din harmony because…well, that’s really not my thing, sonically and whenever it threatens to be it comes tied in toe with a whole...

Man, I don’t have a single goddamn clever thing to say about OK Go‘s new next BEST SONG EVER! “You’re a Fucking Nerd and No One Likes You” because it might just better than “Teenage Dirtbag” (but only by a bong rip) so you should probably just know it’s from...

This evening deserves its paces, doesn’t it? Slow steady ascents to some peaceful decree between sleep and the comfort delusion. Enter Hey Rosetta! whose name’s been buzzing about our ill-lit offices, recently as some quiet Canadian grace come to save us from Charly’s new penchant for underground Parisian noise labels...

Dear Death Grips, I wish I could quit you. I wish I could stand by my promise to not give one (let alone two, as we once discussed) flying fuck about what you say or do or don’t say and continue to undo but I can’t, goddamnit. I just can’t....