Blizzardo
You may know Pete Feigenbaum as the frontman to Brooklyn psychedelic synth-rock band Dinowalrus, as well as the ex-guitarist for Titus Andronicus (he was the really tall one with the mop-top) and one half of electronic drone-pop project OPTMSM (who you can check out in the HELLO! section of ‘SUP MAGAZINE 22). (More …)
Miracle
Miracle is the offspring of two musical masters of paths less trodden, Daniel O’Sullivan and Steve Moore. Similarly prolific, one supposes it was only a matter of time before these two virtuosos should meet and collaborate. (More …)
Dog Leather
In Olympia, WA, there are punk houses scattered about town that are all painted black. They are all owned by a man who is known by the nickname “The Dark Dentist”, because he is a dentist by trade, and a somewhat shadowy figure, and because he has painted these houses this way on purpose. (More …)
BRAIDS
BRAIDS are fresh-faced, energetic, and playful young folk who love talking about pop music (lead singer/guitarist Raphaelle Standell-Preston is more than partial to some Lady GaGa), and speak about music theory with wide-eyed wonder. But they’re not simply noodling away on their instruments like some trippy college band who should probably spend less time hitting the bong and more time tuning their guitars. (More …)
Cauldron
Toronto’s Cauldron truly deserve the most success from the public’s slowly rising interest in quality, real metal. Vocalist and bassist Jason Junop has been something of an underground metal icon for a number of years, due to his well-respected, now defunct band Goat Horn. (More …)
Edwyn Collins
As recording studios go, to say that of Edwyn Collins was akin to a living room would be an understatement. It is tucked away on a leafy residential street in North London. Upon arrival, Edwyn’s wife Grace greets me warmly, then shoos away their teenage son, who is slumbering on the sofa in front of a video game. She gets to work on presenting coffee and biscuits, then proceeds to launch into a story about Edwyn’s drummer going missing in New York on their recent U.S. visit, her rapid Scottish brogue going 10 to the dozen. (More …)
Lichens
I arrive at Neal Mello, a cozy, rustic, horse stable-chic vintage shop on Grand Street (in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, several blocks east of the BQE), to find Rob Lowe crouched behind an open laptop. “Dead Plane” from No Age’s Weirdo Rippers (Fat Cat, 2007) is playing on the computer’s modest speakers, and it’s just at the part of the song where the filtered guitar emulates an airplane taking off. (More …)
Das Racist
Sometime during ‘SUP’s extended Primavera partytime, I found myself somewhat reluctantly checking out horrorcore hip-hop sensations Odd Future at the Pitchfork stage. The group playing in the dark, their faces semi-obscured, jumping up and down and rambling incoherently between songs. I was struck with a bizarre, yet fairly obvious notion: didn’t Das Racist do this like, two years ago? (More …)
British Sea Power
I just bought a fetching little coffee mug at the the Music Hall of Williamsburg’s merch table that reads “BRITISH TEA POWER”. There are also shirts emblazoned with the words “HERON ADDICT” (insert image of waterfowl here) and “ARE YOU READY FOR VALHALLA?”. (More …)
