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UK Punks Pro-Immigrant Anthem is Beautiful
There are punks on the other side of the pond, with a pro-immigrant, progressive message, and they happen to be fantastic to watch live. The Bristol band Idles exude a ton of charisma when they perform, watch as the lead singer is overwhelmed on stage, while the guitarist walks on
Punk Isn’t Dead It Lives In New York City
By Kate Hoos Some people might be under the impression that the phrase “punk is dead” may be true, but it most definitely is not. Sorry to burst your bubble, but you heard some seriously fake news. What is true, is that in the squeeze of a rapidly gentrifying city-
Legendary Punk Nerds Rocked Oakland w/ Fred Armisen
Devo Diaries at Burger Boogaloo By Jordan Latham It was a warm, apocalyptically dark pink night when I showed up at Mosswood Park Saturday, the “Mad Max” skies courtesy of another fire season off to a hellacious start. The Burger Boogaloo has become an annual pilgrimage of mine since The
Punk Island Music Festival is coming to NYC. It’s gonna be free and very fucking loud
By Kate Hoos The season of summer outdoor music festivals is upon us! We all know the names of the big players- Governors Ball, Warped Tour, Bonnaroo, The Meadows, Riot Fest- but there are smaller contenders for your attention too, bubbling right below the surface. One such fest is Punk
Punk, Drag, & Christian Death, A Legacy
By Jillian Roberston Drag icon RuPaul once said, “Drag is punk rock. It’s a big FU to the status quo.” Long before RuPaul’s Drag Race became a global phenomenon, a punk rock musician in Los Angeles was taking that sentiment literally. Rozz Williams, creator of 80s punk rock band Christian
Eighteen Tunes to Screw To
I used to have an iTunes playlist called Music To Fuck To, a curated aural orgy of thumping bass and wah-wah guitar glory. All the obvious songs were there—”Whole Lotta Love,” “Come Together,” “Lebanese Blonde.” Naturally, I played it one night when I was giving a platonic massage to
Halloween Wine for the (Love-)Haters
The sentiment known as “love/hate” is one of the most ubiquitous yet enigmatic phenomenons in the human experience. I am certainly no stranger to its insidious, backhanded ways. Raw onions, ex-lovers, the mélange of scents permeating the city on a hot day, Peter Gabriel… you get the idea. For broke-ass