The Kids Are Alright: Anger and Catharsis in the Modern Age
Machine Girl @ Lodge Room [1/22/2022]
Machine Girl @ Lodge Room [1/22/2022]
100 gecs @ The Shrine Auditorium [11/20/21]
TV Girl @ The Roxy [12/17/21] Photos by Mia Lin “He’s older than I expected,” I said in Mia’s ear over the opening chords of “Pantyhose,” the first song on Indie Pop band TV Girl’s debut album French Exit. They were playing the final show of a tongue-in-cheek “6 and a half year anniversary tour”…
He’s 24, he’s from New York, he’s the king of indie-pop, he is Gus Dapperton. It felt like my birthday when I got to attend his October show at the Fonda. The twinkling lights of Hollywood Boulevard led me into the theatre, where I eagerly awaited one of my favorite artists I have been listening…
Photos by Michelle Le Pinch me, I think I’m dreaming. When Laufey took the stage, with her crooning voice to her songs for the hopeless romantics, I found myself in a trance. Laufey opened for Ricky Montgomery, resident artist for those in love, out of love, and somewhere in between. Montgomery’s performance was nothing short…
Photos by Sonja Stott I wish I had worn my nightgown. Or would that have been too embarrassing? I mean that would be cool, right? I just don’t want to seem like a nerd or weird or something, you know? These are the sort of flustered thoughts inspired by the band Wet Leg, whom I…
Photos by Elisabeth McKeon We might have been waiting for a movie to start. The warm, sweet smell of fresh popcorn and artificial butter drifted from the lobby into the grand music hall, trailing behind the concert-goers as they bumbled through the dark. The footlights shone too weakly to make out the seat numbers, so…
Photos by Jackie Pierce In the dreamy haze of the Moroccan Lounge, the band walks on stage, clad in Western suits and bolo ties. Immediately, they are met with cheers from the sold-out crowd: the stage is set for Wallice in her first ever headliner show. CARR, the opening act, has already primed the audience…
Photos by Ruthie Glauber In the war between prep and punk, I choose prep every time. What can I say? I prefer a delicate penny loafer to a chunky combat boot, polite twists of the hip to head-banging and steel-toe kicking. And yet, this past Thursday, I found myself at The Lodge Room, caught in…
All it takes is one note: one earsplitting, bone-rattling, feel-it-rumble-in-your-chest sustained power chord from the bassist unleashes a roar of anticipation from the audience. As frenzied concertgoers push me toward the stage, screaming for more, I raise my camera and do my best to document the mayhem. Flashback to two hours ago: on a foggy…