Milk Crate

For a moment I forgot I was just sitting in an AMC on a Monday afternoon. Somehow, I felt like I was sitting in the front row in the Pantages theater. 

(P.S. Olivia is often compared to both Taylor Swift and Lorde,  which is a fair comparison, but for the purposes of this article–the fact that if you like Olivia Rodrigo you’ve likely heard of those two already–I won’t be including them on the list! All love <3 )

When people say they want to “feel” music, Sylvan Esso shows you exactly how to.

“Hell” is over quickly, but acts as a foreboding teaser for the album to come.

Mannequin Pussy had created a space for us, which we named Baddie City, where we could—just for a moment—escape the demands forced upon us as young women.

The Milk Crate staff is getting the band back together!

On the other hand, the quiet acoustics of “Dagger” were part of the encore and could not be overlooked; in fact, I began to cry as Gowell and Halstead’s melancholy vocals gently whispered to my heart.

Now you may be thinking, “Julia, isn’t that a euphemism for a vagina?”