I don’t know about you, but for me, 2011 was not a year of discovery. Most of the songs that bubbled their way to the…
I realize I may need to turn in my official Snobby Blogger membership card, but the iTunes play-count function doesn’t lie.
The Transamerica Pyramid is inescapable in frontwoman Sierra Frost’s flippant discourse on life and love in San Francisco. She plops it down in the center of the chorus and repeats its name over and over, declaring some vague relationship problems to be a skyscraper-sized thorn in her side.
It’s been a little more than six months since I relocated from Michigan to sometimes-sunny Oakland, and I’ve tried to delve into the local music…
When I tell them it’s The Downer Party, it’s awkward. They always ask us two things: “Do you eat each other?” or “Do you take a lot of downer drugs?” Neither of those (is true). That’s ridiculous.
I’m no longer a Noise Pop virgin (I was going to say something about having my cherry Noise Popped, but it just sounded gross), having…