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IMPORTANT NOTE: Somehow the embed code we used says the track is "private", yet it's public (SEE, CLICK HERE), but I found a live performance of this song, and it's at the bottom of the page. SO SCROLL BRO SCROLL! The first time I heard Boom Forest was on a tour video from PHOX or something. I wasn't really paying attention to what was on the video because I was stuck holding my chest with both my hands over my heart while my head was slumped on top of my desk. It was fucking excruciatingly beautiful. I immediately emailed PHOX and said "WHO IS SINGING THAT SONG AT (insert time stamp on video) THAT HAS ME WEEPY AS FUCK?". They wrote back and said only "Boom Forest". I spent the next three hours listening to his bandcamp page and telling myself I was never going to write a fucking thing...

I LOVE THAT I DON'T KNOW WHO ANYONE IS ANYMORE! I mean, fer serious, who the fuck is Sympathetic Frequencies?  OH YOU MEAN THE BAND I HAVE TO SPELL SIX TIMES TO GET RIGHT? I'd like to officially state that I've shortened their 8 years long band name and will from here on out only refer to them as Sympcies. Sympcies is probably the most fucking adorable band name you're going to want to tattoo on your left forearm bro. And if you DO get that tattooed, well, you're the super fucking Sympcies fan we've been looking for. OH SYMPCIES? They're the titties right? The new single "Wake Up" is a perfect example of a wide open sound bros; it's like Apollo Run and RIBS and The 1975, but with super tight long sleeve horizontally striped tshirts paired with an infectiously reverby guitar lick...

I don't know shit about UK garage or 2 step. I don't know shit about Raphaella or Zed Bias. I don't even know if what I do equates to actual dancing. But I know I've listened to this "Dropping Like Flies" shit for about a half hour and I'm about to get fucking naked and toss lunch meat up in the air, hoping it lands on a belly or a thigh. Whether it's my belly or my thigh is up in the air (LIKE DAT MEAT BRUH). Is all music from over there this fucking bouncey balls? Jesus balls on a bucket of beef brine this is fucking awesome. If this is what everything sounds like where Raphaella or Zed Bias live, I think I deserve a vacation so I can toss ALL my meat up in the air bros. Damn.

Sometimes the urge hits to write about a song or an artist or an album RIGHT AWAY! Other times a little marinating is in order.  I was going through our submissions, tagging bands or songs or videos that I might just get up the energy to write about. I also save links to shit that I come across while browsing the internet and using social media. Every now and then a lazy Sunday comes along and I have a few minutes to go back and listen and fuck with people who I might not normally fuck with, or revisit what I've saved, if only to question my own sanity.  Today is one of those days.  I found living in the bottom of my saved links a little Soundcloud entry called "Let Go" from certified Syffal homie and CLDMKRS adorable straight-man, Kid Presentable. He's the kind of rapper you could take...

I'm not in the mood for new music. Fuck new music. Fuck all these asshole bands writing 7,000 word bios that say nothing about what they actually sound like but take the long way to arrive at their own description of what they WANT to sound like. Fuck all these gofundme kickstarting assholes assuming anyone cares enough about complete strangers "getting into the studio" or pre-paying for a "vinyl reissue" of an EP that was released four years ago and no one ever bought it back then but because it's "on vinyl" all of a sudden it has value. Fuck your ideas, fuck your half assed follow through, fuck your photoshoots before having actual music people enjoy. I'm sick of new music right now. I'm sick of everything. And who the fuck is Gregory Uhlmann and why the fuck is he emailing me? OH FINE...

BITCH, I'M MADONNA The Queen of Pop stormed through Chicago on Monday, turning the United Center into a musical revue. Being a huge theatrical production, Madge didn't vary off the standard set list that preceded this show. Opening with "Iconic," it seemed that newer songs received full attention, while the older classics were worked into medleys.   I loved every minute of this spectacle (save for the guy next to me who kept pushing me over, acting as I was the one at fault) - from Madonna making her entrance in a cage being lowered from the ceiling, to closing it all off by throwing a huge dance  party for "Celebration." At 57, she ain't messing around. After all, bitch, it's Madonna. 

After watching how my dudes on the East Coast still fill up old squatter pads to the brim with humans there to hear other humans scream and mash away on drum machines and synthesizers in cacaphanous shows meant to shock, disturb, and entertain the fucking shit out of you, I'm excited for Los Angeles to finally have a home for NOISE!  The provacative noiserap outfit, Moodie Black, in tandem with YO of Denver bombasts, BLKHRTS, will be bringing the ciudad monthly installments of aural insemenation of the most violent variety. Don't mistake this description as commentary on the safety of your girl. I assure you, your girl is fucking down! They play nice. Loud and furious, but nice.  The first installment of Moodhouse Wednesdays, going down THIS WEDNESDAY 10/7/15 at Complex in Glendale, looks...

If you're in Los Angeles this week and want to get your backpack rap on, there ain't no better place than with our favorite Hawaii to LA collective, RisingSons Independent at their reocurring event, Ohana Tree. This installment, at the Dragon Fly on Santa Monica Blvd. in E. Hollywood as usual, features two faces from LA's Mount Rapmore, Scarub and Abstract Rude.  Scarub, of the world famous Living Legends, and Abstract Rude, of the venerable Project Blowed and KtF, are perfoming as the Keep the Feel Want for Nothing Tour and you're sure to be able to get your wiggly rap hands on!  As with all RisingSons events, Ohana Tree also features other local rappers, live painting, and showcases local artists.  More Info: Event Page, Tickets, RisingSons' Site

Whoever the fuck Twin Limb is, I'm, for lack of a better word, engulfed by this fucking song "Don't Even Think". Aptly titled, I don't think I had one coherent thought the entire first three times through this fucking song. Combining the throats of Monica Martin from PHOX and maybe a completely fucking stoned Florence from Florence + The Machine, Twin Limb creates a nearly 6 minute romp through the pillowy confines of my imagination. Instead of everyone wearing bedshirts, we're all gowned in marshmallows and cardboard cutouts of clouds, it's all very Rocky Horror without the visage of Tim Curry's teeth floating around behind you.  Gorgeous might not hold enough oomph to describe this fucking song, but it'll have to do because I'm limp, listless and sticky as fuck with all these...