Marsha Fisher sculpts sound like they’re slurping it through a straw, meaning they take the source material and run it through a very smal...

  Oh …   I had no intention of having an emo flashback today, but here I am with Better Friend’s Safe House , an EP dropped in 2015 and reis...

  This here tape’s a wicked pissah! OK, had to go there, but only because this tape is actually and literally taking one helluva wicked piss...

  I’m going to suggest you set aside some time if you’re into manipulated and deconstructed field recordings, because Amaxophilia: Or Field ...

  Ugh, the stolen laptop. That’s the worst, right? Especially for a musician who keeps all their files on it and doesn’t have any other form...

I KNEW this day would come. Still, no matter how much you prepare yourself for it, you’re never really QUITE prepared. But now, as the f...

sporadic electric guitar clanks, possessed amp fuzz, vibrant frog ponds, wayward fax machines, and a discombobulated sample looper i...

Like a passed out clown in the ER waiting room, Plastic Garbage is boldly irritating and infectiously captivating. Her crude synth lines ...

With song titles like “Wouldn’t it Suck if the Rapture Happens and I Have to Go to Heaven because of All the Acid I’ve Done?” and “A Dog ...

Speaking of “a touchy subject*”, I grew up in southwestern Ohio; landlocked, but near-drowning every single day in the turbulent oceans o...