Frontperson Sarah Green of LA’s Spare Parts for Broken Hearts called the title of the band’s new single “ironic”—it was a slogan on a bottle of water that stared at her during a pivotal moment in her relationship at the time. ‘Ironic,’ because she ultimately decided to end it.  Source: SoundCloud / Spare Parts For Broken Hearts Continue reading

First Annual Future Sounds Festival Celebrates Soul at the Historic Baker Street Viaduct

CAPYAC (foreground). Photo by Hernan Sanchez. Originally appeared on Grimy Goods.  The Viaduct is one of the oldest thoroughfares in the city, with a long history, especially relative to LA’s short memory. It is practically a living venue, constantly changing moods as the sun sets and as the energy of the crowd grows. The Metro zipped by throughout the night, which was just another indication … Continue reading First Annual Future Sounds Festival Celebrates Soul at the Historic Baker Street Viaduct

The other day I couldn’t name a single triple album. Have One on Me, sure, but what else? 69 Love Songs…and absolutely nothing else comes to mind. (After googling it later, it became quite apparent how little I know of the Grateful Dead.) Well, KONGOS is about to increase the number of triple albums I’ve heard by 50% when the final volume of their forthcoming LP, … Continue reading

Death, Rebirth, and Russia: A Conversation with Samuel Proffitt

Originally appeared on the 405; view archived article here.  Samuel Proffitt’s new EP, Good Death, is the embodiment of introspection. The musician is currently working on a PhD at Brown University for Slavic Studies, and, as he describes in the interview below, he actively incorporates his research into his music. It may sound dense, but in reality, Good Death flutters weightlessly. Every moment is filled … Continue reading Death, Rebirth, and Russia: A Conversation with Samuel Proffitt

Chelsea Wolfe Leads Us Down “The Mother Road,” Announces New Album and Tour Originally appeared on Grimy Goods.  “The Mother Road” sets the tone for Birth of Violence in foreboding fashion. Its grit is amplified by the quiet but firm guitar that gallops under Wolfe’s vocals. It leads a cavalry of drums and horns into an existential battle that only a new Chelsea Wolfe record … Continue reading