A priest, a rabbi and an atheist walk into a bar. They
put their names on the list and hope to get called up for three minutes
onstage. They’re aspiring standups—like everyone else in Portland
B.o.B., Santigold, an animatronic dinosaur and bottles upon bottles of neon-colored water invade Boring, Ore.
Every state has a town with an unfortunate name. California has Weed. New Jersey has Loveladies. Arkansas has Toad Suck—yes, Toad Suck. For Oregon, the crown for most horribly-named city would have to go to More
Aggro Rag Freestyle Mag! Plywood Hoods Zines ’84-’89: The Complete Collection
(Stovepiper Books Media, 443 pages, $24.43) is radical, and not in
political or mathematical terms. Rather, this i
Formed: In 2007 in Leeds, England.
Sounds like: A poppy, sonically schizophrenic take
on what it’s like to search for authentic folk in a world burgeoning
with wobbly dubstep and cryptic trap m
[ROOTSY INDIE] Pheasant may not be carving a particularly
distinctive niche for itself, but the band is getting closer by the
album. The group’s sophomore LP, Gravel Beach, is a collection of
Imagine sprinkles for a second. You know, those delicious itty-bitty toppings with which you feverishly cover your coveted ice cream scoop of Freckled Woodblock Chocolate from Salt & Straw with. Now try to ignore the fact that you waited more than 15 minutes in line for the ic...More
A gentleman of refined and discerning taste once described Portland’s Youthbitch as “fucking awesome.” And although said gentlemen’s anonymity leaves us skeptical—he’s simply quoted on the Youthbitch Facebook page—we kind of think he might be onto something. The local quartet’s mos...