All posts by Z Staehling
By gum, we’ve got ourselves a scene. Sure, it’s been . . .
Ron Gallo started off dismissing it all (2017’s Heavy Meta), . . .
Prison Pit: The Complete Collection By Johnny Ryan [Fantagraphics] Welcome . . .
Ennio Morricone, the flying spaghetti monster responsible for some of . . .
I think there’s a neighborhood or damp-in-the-night cobble street in . . .
I know I came here to do something. There must’ve . . .
John Dwyer, extraordinaire-extraordinaire, delivers the first real album from the . . .
The whites in my eyes reflect on the wet smelling . . .
Bob Log III, the sly slide mystery man on the . . .
The Lemon Twigs give us their tired, their poor, Their . . .
Gunshot! Gunshot! Nanoo, Nanoo. What it is? Hip and Heavy, the . . .
Jim James is now Randy Newman. Do with that information . . .
James Swanberg is your weird uncle. He has been a . . .
If Homer were pushed into a space vacuum by time . . .
A last hoorah if there ever was one. Crywank are . . .
On her fourth album, Superstar, Caroline Rose choreographs a glitzy . . .
Australia, world superpower in all things garage and punk, gave . . .
The Strokes don’t wanna be your hero. They’re too nice . . .
Sweden’s Viagra Boys are an undeniably cool outfit that float . . .
ALA.NI brings starlet presence to misconceived miscellanies in her sophomore . . .
