Blurbs, reviews, interviews, etc.
Reviews, premieres, blurbs.
Douglas Dulgarian's lo-fi tape project has really evolved with this one, so trode the fuck in. Destiny XL is twenty-six minutes of speaker-flooding shoegaze, ICE-cutting vignettes and grippingly dense hooks with enough kick to throw the meanest of console cowboys out of their digital saddles.
Beijing-based duo Gong Gong Gong are exporting their stoic strain of hypnotizing punk through none other than Brooklyn's Wharf Cat Records. The band relays their hammering psychedelic blues from the back of a tireless nag, rhythmically blurring borders between styles and scenes across their excellen
The Mall, The Country and The Dirt, The Dancing are transcendent, alive, breathing. The double EP swells in ambient solemnity and contracts in melodic elegance, as pieces of coherent pop brilliance are encased between swirling panoramic experiments, highlighting Amos' acute sense of sequencing an
A late afternoon nap. Cool sheets, a cooler pillow. The window is cracked for the first time this year. Someone is vacuuming in the next room. White noise. The egg timer nests in the ball of half folded garb—an outfit soon to be repeated. 3:48: A muddled stream of thought leads to the cliff. “I don’t remember how we got here.” A loose rock, a quick twitch. Awake. The sun is shining. It’s been 6 minutes.
"Even in this world more things exist without our knowledge than with it and the order in creation which you see is that which you have put there, like a string in a maze, so that you shall not lose your way."