Bad Suns @ The Fonda [2/2/22]
Bad Suns @ The Fonda [2/2/22]
Bad Suns @ The Fonda [2/2/22]
Earl Sweatshirt, Action Bronson, Boldy James, and The Alchemist @ Palladium [1/30/22]
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”…
Graphic by Fabian Artist: Genesis OwusuAlbum/Project: Smiling with No TeethBy Max Dallas Genesis Owusu’s smashing debut oozes with eccentricity and affirms his status as a powerhouse within Australia’s new generation of hip-hop artists. As a part of a slapped-together five-piece band, Owusu jammed for over sixty hours in one week to form the foundation of…
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…