A Very Cash Cobain Thanksgiving
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No One Does Ego Death Like Father John Misty
On ‘Mahashmashana,’ Misty’s main-character-syndrome folk-rock uncovers shiny new pearls of wisdom.
Hide Your Toes (Or Don’t!) From Detroit Trio HiTech
The ghettotech legends-in-the-making continue their hot streak of definitive genre tracks and bananas videos.
Kendrick the Hypocrite, Trippin’ and Lovin’ It
On ‘GNX,’ Kendrick is a mortal, a savior, an icon, and a firestarter all rolled into one.
We Really Snapped on This One—Debating Songs by FKA Twigs, Kim Deal, and More
The Waste or Taste team discusses Twigs’ ‘Eusexua’ era, the solo debut of Breeders/Pixies hero Kim Deal, and a new electronic genre with BPMs over 200
Trans Punk Duo Um, Jennifer? Wants You to Meet the “Fishiest Girl in New York City”
The best-named band in the tri-state area explains their surreal new music video.
How the Indie Rock Boom Went Bust
Not so long ago, indie music was riding high, minting new stars and lasting careers with ease. But for a new generation of artists, financial stability is all but impossible.
MF Doom’s ‘MM..Food Drive Tour’ Documentary Is the Weird (and Wonderful) Tribute He Deserves
Unpacking the hip-hop supervillain’s complicated revival 20 years after his classic album ‘MM..Food.’
What's Your Favorite Fake Disco Song?
When disco hit, everyone from Frank Sinatra to the Grateful Dead tried their hand at the trend. Some of these attempts were more worthwhile than others.
Mount Eerie’s Phil Elverum on the Lyrics That Changed His Life
How the historical references and emotional fortitude of Sinead O’Connor, Sade, Bonnie “Prince” Billy, and more influenced the indie rock lifer’s own songwriting.
The Supercomputer That Stole Helado Negro’s Heart
Chatting with Roberto Carlos Lange about the Sal-Mar Construction, the museum-piece oscillator featured on his “Phasor” LP
Blackchai Is Indie Rap’s Next Not-So-Silent Assassin
The New Yorker’s head-spinning verses burst with leftist ideology, anime shout-outs, and nervy introspection.