There aren’t that many artists that can kick you in the shins emotionally quite the same way that Julien Baker does on her sophomore album Turn Out the Lights. That is to say that these are songs that can make you cry the first time you hear them. If you’re having a tough time in this thing called life, bring a box of tissues to your drunk/hungover/lonesome listening party of this album. From the door creak that opens the album to the final fading notes on the piano, Baker will take you through pain, numbness, uplift, and catharsis. Continue reading
You’ve probably already watched The Shining and Night of the Living Dead every Halloween for the past 10 years. If you’re looking for some new recommendations for this year, look no further.
So light some candles, crack open a pumpkin beer and gather some pals for a spooky movie night.
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The Front Bottoms were at one time leading figures in the emo-revival. A weird pop-punk band from New Jersey that let indie rock and folk influences bleed through. They had lyrics that masked emotion through humor and wits. Also, they were huge. They could book their own festival at New York’s Webster Hall with their friends and favorite bands and sell it out. They toured with emo-vets Brand New on numerous occasions and wrote one of the decades’ best songs about life on the road. Back On Top was a major creative leap for the band, adding much more electric instrumentation than before, and it paid off. The best songs off Back On Top could square off with any number of songs from their self-titled album or Talon of Hawk. Unfortunately, Going Grey shows them doing just that: greying into a mediocre band. Continue reading
Even though Modern Baseball made a name for themselves with raw, uncomfortably honest, yet catchy pop-punk, they’ve always been goofy guys. Watch any interview the quartet provides with each other, and they’re always messing around. This screw-around attitude does not draw a line in their interviews. They’ve never been shy about messing around onstage and cracking jokes. Despite some dark times and no-bullshit relatable lyrics, it’s no surprise that the band’s penultimate “last show for the foreseeable future” show at Union Transfer on October 13 was not some gut-wrenching sobfest. It was a night of strong emotional performances and a good handful of laughs to be had. Continue reading