The holidays can be unbearable for a whole host of reasons, but the most grating has to be that wintry form of a capella—caroling. This won't be like that.
D.C. music fixture Hugh McElroy—formerly of Black Eyes, Horses, and Hand-Fed Babies, and these days of Cephalopods and Ruffian Records—will perform a special, mostly a capella solo set tonight at [...]
Good morning! Yesterday I learned about the Russian Rickroll! I'm fairly late to the party on this one, I gather. Nevertheless: Guess where this roundup is going!
Long before she became the first woman to win a Best Director Oscar, Kathryn Bigelow directed a New Order video, in which she dressed the synthpop heavies up as [...]
Good morning! I consumed a lot of soup and chili and beer last night and am paying for it today!
So: that half-time show. Very boring; Townshend and Daltrey looked and sounded old; pretty lights; blah blah, yes we all agree. More importantly! With the Who, the Super Bowl now seems to have run out of [...]
D.C.'s Black Eyes was one of those bands where you ended up collecting every song. The quintet didn't record a lot of them, for one thing—fewer than 30 in the three years it existed. That, and the group's chaotic, genre-hopping, paranoid post-hardcore was—and remains—utterly singular.
You can get a small sense of how that sound emerged at [...]
