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Yeasayer and Warpaint Besiege the Natural History Museum, 2.7.10
Cobra Commander: Dissecting the Improv Music Sessions at Machine Project
Cold War Kids’ Lukewarm Friday Night at the Wiltern
What does a fellow have to do to get a warm, life-endangering Bud in this town?
With influence gleaned from West Africa and lyrics in Hebrew, Fool’s Gold is a highly danceable ployglot band, whose sound and vision fully represent the diversity and eclecticism of Los Angeles.
It’s an industrialized version of hell, half Blade Runner and half Hieronymus Bosch, but for Jaber and the countless freight writers across the world, the train yard is their home.
On the precipice of Sunday morning, amid Hollywood Forever Cemetery’s tombstones and mausoleums, the misty fog and leaning palm trees, Bon Iver provided an ethereal soundtrack to sunrise.
Sara Lov survived a childhood kidnapping. Having to re-release her solo debut is easy by comparison
Frohawk Two Feathers is a man at the nexus of many truths. He’s an alchemist of visual art who turns dull history into golden narratives rich with beautiful subversion and he’s a performance artist who experiments with music, poetry and alter egos. Then there’s Umar Rashid, the mastermind behind it all.
Yahowa 13 is a mindbending pleasure whether you’re tuning in or dropping out.
For multitalented entrepreneur and skateboarder Rob Dyrdek, writing, producing and starring in his first feature film Street Dreams was simply another obstacle to conquer.
Foreign Born’s music, as their name implies, travels. On Person to Person, the band takes musical traditions from around the world, wraps them up in indie-pop, and delivers them neatly packaged as extremely catchy summer songs. We’re taken to the new orleans bayous, south African townships, and the beaches of Lagos. The stomp and sway […]
Metalheads employ the finest tools of musical vivisection, but the system breaks down with Isis, the prog-metal visionaries who stretch the boundaries of categorization.
Is this hipster Vegas?
Where would the world be without The Terminator? Without the catchphrases “I’ll be back” and “Hasta la vista, baby,” we’d be just empty shells of existence
Terminator Salvation’s action sequences satiate the hungers both of explosion-craving, old school action aficionados and quick cut, first-person violence voyeurs of Generation X-Box.
If sequel mania and action overload has worn you thin, film festivals offer an antidote to the big budget blockbusters that trounce theaters during summertime. In the summer, many critics look to Europe to enjoy the fruits of international auteurs, but some of the most unique festivals can be found Stateside. As an homage to the homeland, we present this list of American film festivals that are worth checking out as the weather starts to sizzle.
A slice of the Los Angeles music community visited the dark basement space of the Echoplex for a benefit concert intended to raise awareness and money for children with cancer. All proceeds from the sold-out Silversun Pickups show, which was announced only three days in advance, went to the Pablove Foundation, an organization supporting cancer research and arts, music and play programs for young cancer patients.
Polly Jean Harvey has carved out a lot of dark spaces on her albums. From the evocative and harsh Riot Grrl-ish lashings of her early-to-mid ’90s works Dry and To Bring You My Love, Harvey has stomped headfirst into the cock-heavy world of rock ’n’ roll.
Dirty Projectors are entirely unpredictable leading listeners through forests of strings and valleys of distorted bass guitar, and into psychedelic crazy pop.