Weedeater isn’t here to gently persuade you—they’re here to erase your existence from the inside out, a frontal assault of the auricular. Over two decades into their bourbon-fueled, smoke-shrouded descent through stoner-metal chaos, the North Carolina trio unleashed a...
Let’s get down to business: This film is fucking bananas. Not your average store-bought bananas, not even your farm-to-table free range bananas, this is 160 metric tonnes of high-explosive, slow-motion, dual pistol, Hong Kong bullet spraying bananas; shipped directly...
Quicksand is more than just a compelling band; they're a persuasively compelling band, still honing their craft 35 years into their tenure as one of the great post-hardcore bands of the 1990s. Their relentless sound and gritty honesty has carved out a permanent spot...
Given our current political predicament, no line in cinema feels more relevant than when Bob Hauk, the police commissioner in Escape from New York, says to Snake Plissken, “The president’s gone missing.” To which Plissken coolly responds, “President of what?” ...
There are few people who can expose the playbooks of power quite like NYT bestselling author Cory Doctorow—unraveling how tech monopolies, political elites, and radicalization can converge at a singular point. As a science fiction writer, activist, and former European...