Mind Equals Blown

If you were standing in a club watching the six gents in Periphery groove and cruise along in their off-kilter brand of progressive metal – sometimes lovingly referred to as dabbling in djent – would you believe the band could one day command arenas and festival stages in the same way? It’s kind of a

While everyone is waiting for ‘extremely soon’ to happen, Childish Gambino just keeps teasing us. After dropping a handful of new tracks on us via a recent live performance, Donald Glover goes straight for the heart of the same machine that arguably had the biggest hand in propelling him to where he is right now.

By now you’ve heard wind that Chiodos, the band popular at their peak for literature-inspired post-hardcore, has not only re-emerged from the loss of their presumed heir Brandon Bolmer and drummer Tanner Wayne, but they are being re-helmed by polarizing vocalist Craig Owens. The always opinionated internet took swipes at both sides of the equation –

Hipsters don’t follow rules. Well, maybe except that one rule where they implicitly don’t follow anything that falls under the category of mainstream. Tastemakers and often trendsetters, the word hipster has both positive and negative connotations – whether it be an affliction for fixed gear bicycles and Pabst Blue Ribbon or being able to say

Exotic Animal Petting Zoo’s Tree of Tongues is not your typical metal album. It isn’t your typical post-hardcore, shoegaze, hard rock or indie rock album either. Musically diverse in such a way it is almost disruptive, the Indiana-based group seems literally torn in their execution of atmospheric, yet aggressive tunes on their newest cut of

Repetition is a double-edged sword. Obviously, it is very easy to get someone to remember something if they hear or see it over and over, but with that sentiment comes the fine line of overabundance. The fault of repetition goes hand in hand with borderline annoyance. The interesting thing about the droning, sludgy sound of

Like an awesomely tacky poster taped up to hide that hole you made in your bedroom wall, Your Demise’s new album The Golden Age is fun at first glance, but incredibly suspect upon further inspection. Dangled somewhere between crunching hardcore and sugary pop-punk, this album doesn’t really take on any one facade wholeheartedly throughout its 11

In the years prior to …Is A Real Boy, Max Bemis and Coby Linder, the then duo under the name of Say Anything, penned the arguably pivotal Menorah/Majora EP. It might not have sparked the supposed label war that put them on Doghouse for their second full-length, but the rough, self-recorded tracks show the path