The Underground Sound of Emerson College
Here’s what we’ve been buzzing about these past few weeks. “patty hearst” by The Crying Nudes The Crying Nudes have been releasing an array of progressively sweeter singles over the past couple of months, and I am so here for it. The Dean Blunt and Fine collaboration’s initial releases were dark, playing into the metallic…
Trialogues is certainly a timeless album, bringing in considerable influences from 1970s psychedelic rock, but turning it into something incredibly ethereal and modern.
It’s wonderful that Duster blew up after 25 years, but tragic that it led to the creation of this low-effort depression-fetishizing nonsense.
As we near the end of Hate Week at Milk Crate, our staff reflects on the songs we hate the most. And, don’t hate the player, hate the game. “Today” by The Smashing Pumpkins For as long as I can remember, I have hated The Smashing Pumpkins. From the whiny, nasally quality of Billy Corgan’s…
Please stop being boring. I don’t want to hear your current music at the clubs anymore, I’m getting tired of it.
The French New Wave background visuals, the style fit for FRUiTS Magazine, the mix of live and trip-hop elements all coalesce into a retro-futurist aesthetic. What was once avant-garde feels now like relics of the past.
Most every song sounded like a criminal concoction of synths, cringeworthy lyrics, and out-of-place features.
We all let Machine Girl course through our veins and we left with the heat of drum and bass radiating from our skin.
Racing through that Amberwood, it only really was a dream. Staring through that Panavision lens, I’ll make it come true.