Black is the new (and old) hardcore. Born from equal parts Bad Brains and Marvin Gaye, Soul Glo and Zulu burst into The Roxy Theatre this past weekend for a destructive and pioneering hardcore show.
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Do you ever feel like the lyrics to a song just read your mind? That’s what Olive Klug’s music is to me. It’s refreshing and relatable to hear someone sing about imposter syndrome, Lady Bird, and seeing their ex’s name everywhere they look (angsty girls rise up!).
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In some ways, Brothers Osborne are emblematically country. With small-town roots, lyrics about life’s simple pleasures (“Who Says You Can’t Have Everything,”) and an affable twang, there’s no doubt that the brothers are Nashville songwriters—something to be proud of.
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As winter waned two years ago, land and man defrosted together. The end of isolation drew near, and hope was finally on the horizon. It was in this precise moment that one album passed through the ether like a gust of wind, soft-spoken and inconspicuous.
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Back in August, Florida-based indie-rock band flipturn paid a visit to the newly-minted Bellwether in Downtown Los Angeles, just one week after playing two sold out shows with Mt. Joy at Red Rocks.
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The Swell Season has been the soundtrack of my life. Folk-rock duo Glen Hansard and Markéta Irglová released their self-titled debut album in 2006 after being approached by a Czech director to write music for his film.
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Stereolab is a band of nerds. They geek out over equipment, quirk up their releases with experimental physical formats, and crate dig like connoisseurs.
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Long story short, Wednesday happens to be one of the favorite bands of KXSC. After the release of Twin Plagues back in 2021, the anthems of “How Can You Live if You Can’t Love How Can You If You Do”, “Birthday Song”, and “Cody’s Only”, appear to seamlessly represent all backgrounds of the folks here at college radio.
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I thanked the powers above that I didn’t have to reconcile this absolute scene with a day job, unlike the army of Gen X-ers in cargo shorts that comprised the vast majority of the mob. This was no place for a 19-year-old, this was a grown man’s land. Seeing as I wasn’t yet a seasoned Phish veteran, I quickly vacated the premises with the pieces of my soul that remained uncorrupted.
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