A 20-year-old who worked shitty construction gigs since high school moronically moved to a beach town to live on a sofa at a friend’s brother’s house. He didn’t seek work, but instead pawned instruments to buy beer and tacos. Going. Nowhere. Really. Fucking. Fast. Enter Incubus’s 1999 LP, Make Yourself.
In the mid ’80s, five ever-so-dreamy pubescent boys took the music industry by storm with their nonthreatening white-boy R&B-pop melodies, syncronized dance moves and high-top hair.
Philadelphia’s own vintage rockers Blood Feathers began humbly, as a partnership between two good friends with guitars. Since 2010’s Philebrity Label-released Goodness Gracious, the band’s live set has been brimming with these unfamiliar, yet delightfully fresh cuts, and no doubt, they’ll continue testing the waters, prepping for the release of their third record.
No one has much patience for you when you’re not “winning.” For those huMMMing Canucks Crash Test Dummies, the brief ubiquity offered by their ’93 hit was soon greeted like Rick Springfield’s county fair appearances—with momentary incredulity and overwhelming indifference.
Kosal Khiev’s story is both devastatingly sad and a triumph of the spoken word. Director Masahiro Sugano met him in Cambodia and the story he tells with his stark documentary, “Cambodian Son,” is almost too bizarre to believe. Honestly, the best way to clearly communicate the heft of Khiev’s first 30 years is to show [...]