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Afloat Isn’t Following the Map—They’re Cutting the Trail
It starts in a basement, like most good things. A bass, a guitar, and the kind of shared frustration that turns into a band almost by accident.
Slide Like Fire: Joanna Connor’s Road to Guitar Glory
Let’s get one thing out of the way: Joanna Connor is a monster. A slide guitar savage. A blues lifer who’s been tearing up stages longer than most viral sensations have been alive.
Pacifica: I’m Back in 2001
I lived in New York from 2000 to 2016. I was there when The Strokes were still playing Mercury Lounge and didn’t own more than two shirts between them.
Sessanta 2.0 - Three bands. One stage. Zero rules.
They’re not underground. They’re not obscure. But Primus, A Perfect Circle, and Puscifer have never followed a straight line — and that’s exactly what makes them essential.
Precision as a Weapon: The Relentless Evolution of Car Bomb
Car Bomb doesn’t sound like other bands. They don’t even move like other bands. Their songs lurch, fracture, and recalibrate mid-measure—like the gear teeth of some broken industrial machine, still hellbent on finishing the job.
Common Crime Q&A: The Full Conversation with Alex Leniz
After writing the full piece on Common Crime, it felt wrong not to show the whole picture. Alex Leniz didn’t just give great answers—he opened up, reflected, and pulled us right into the world of the band.
Common Crime Didn’t Come to Coast
When Alex Leniz moved from Tampa Bay to Philadelphia, he wasn’t chasing a scene. He was starting over.
Fat Mezz Was MMRBQ
It’s just past 5PM on a perfect May Saturday at MMRBQ, and Fat Mezz has already played twice. The second set just ended, this time on the smaller stage, and the air still crackles.
Swirlies’ Signal Still Warbles
Nobody talks about Blonder Tongue Audio Baton like it mattered. Not really. Not in the way it actually mattered.
Burning Airlines: Wires Wrapped Around the Pulse
Some bands don’t die. They fray at the ends, get tangled in your guts, haunt your stereo like a power line fallen in a storm. Still crackling, still hot.