After having written multiple cornerstones of emo’s hey day and revival, Max Bemis is ready to call it a day for Say Anything. With Oliver Appropriate, Bemis is bidding farewell to the band that’s secured him a place on emo night playlists for decades to come with some of his best work. Oliver Appropriate is an album of realization and acceptance, and it puts a bow on the emo outfit’s long career. Continue reading
When Weezer covered “Africa,” it was an awesome win for the internet and fandom as a whole; we can now pester our stars into creating the punchlines to our little jokes. Weezer’s choice to cover a different Toto song before succumbing to a Twitter account was a well-played move, but their final covering of a song that’s really only beloved as a meme served as a bleak cultural black hole. Now, we need to endure “Africa” blaring with a semi-ironic drone feeding into itself the same way we did with Smashmouth’s “All Star” years ago. Now with The Teal Album, Weezer has set out to follow up their cover to show that they’re entirely competent in playing other people’s songs with little to no frills in a reliable but mostly boring output. Continue reading
With a huge output of great records and songs this year, there were a ton of contenders for this year’s best albums. So many of pop’s biggest names either took a gap year to tour last year’s records (Taylor Swift, Lorde), take time to build hype (Carly Rae Jespsen, Adele), or indulge in passion-projects (Beyonce, Jay-Z, Kendrick Lamar), this year has been an open opportunity for a number of smaller acts and newcomers to make a big splash, and there’s been a ton. Continue reading
Adrienne Novy is one of the country’s most exciting young poets. Her debut collection Crowd Surfing With God (published by Half Mystic Press) is sure to resonant with anyone who’s ever found community in a record, moshpit, or one line from a song. We got a chance to speak with Novy about her poetry, religion, and pop punk. Continue reading
On their debut album, Parkways capture a classic sense of pop-punk malaise. The band’s debut EP Constant Memory draws from lo-fi and pop-punk past, but it never feels nostalgic. The Trenton-based group create the type of energy suited for jumping around in basements. Continue reading
Savor the Season is a new column from Burger-A-Day where writers discuss seasonal favorites. Today, we’re breaking down mozzarella sticks that we found in Bryant Park.
Mozzarella sticks are a food for drunk people and children. If you’re sober and order mozzarella sticks, you’re trying to recapture some childlike sense of wonder or the emotions of being borderline blacked out at a dollar slice pizzeria. There’s nothing inherently wrong with this. Mozzarella sticks are a simple pleasure that the appetizer gods have bestowed upon us mere mortals. Big Mozz captures that and only that. Continue reading
Savor the Season is a new column from Burger-A-Day where writers discuss seasonal favorites. Today, we’re talking about Starbucks’ limited new frappuccino just in time for Halloween!
Who says a cash grab can’t be good? Starbucks’ limited release frappuccinos have been mostly bad, colorful (mainly purple) attempts to sell people aesthetically pleasing Instagram posts with so much sugar they’re undrinkable. Nonetheless, it is Halloween so I figured if there was a time to try the Bucks’ Witch’s Brew Frap, it was today. Unlike the Unicorn Frap or the Crystal Ball Frap, Starbucks really made something almost worthwhile. Continue reading
The idea of Julien Baker, Phoebe Bridgers, and Lucy Dacus forming a band and releasing a great EP almost sounds like a joke. While each is distinctive from the next, they’re all within the same ballpark; it’s sounds too good to be true. Also, this record is the real fucking deal. It wouldn’t be a shocker if it was a cheap cash-in EP for a massive tour, but it’s an unbelievably dynamic record. If each of these women wanted to quit their solo careers and just focus on boygenius, I’m sure it would be just as compelling. What makes boygenius an engaging listen is the exact same thing that makes each singer’s solo albums engaging, they’re strong women who find that strength in being vulnerable and emotional. Continue reading
Supposedly, the ancient Persians would make laws, and then, they would get drunk to make sure they made the right law. Looking through history, some of our greatest thinkers, writers, and figures have been drunks, and it’s makes you think maybe the Persians had something. That’s not to say all important life decisions should be decided when teetering on a blackout, but sometimes brilliance can be whiskey drenched. Steady Hands explore the inner workings of human nature, while downing a Pabst Blue Ribbon on their proper debut album Truth in Comedy. Continue reading
Joyce Manor’s 2016 album Cody showed a band that was willing to take a step away from the abrasive, no bullshit pop-punk that they’d perfected into a band with similar ethics but making more power-pop inspired indie rock. Sure, there were still pop-punk bangers like “Fake I.D.” and “Reversing Machine,” but songs like “Eighteen” or “This Song Is A Mess But So Am I” fell more into a sort of Blue Album worship in crafting great pop-savvy indie rock. Million Dollars to Kill Me doesn’t feel like a continuation of Cody nor does it feel like it’s picking up after Never Hungover Again; it sounds like a band that is truly without a care and is making whatever the hell it wants. Continue reading