Hojean shows us that he cares at the Royale, Sept. 30, 2023
This concert was a testament to Hojean’s impeccable discography (literally, no skips).

This concert was a testament to Hojean’s impeccable discography (literally, no skips).
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?”
No matter where one sat (or stood), they felt comfortable in the community that boygenius created: one that supports those in need and celebrates voices that have been hidden in music for years.
They combine themes of angst, empowerment, love, and anguish with such a rich understanding of all of it. Blame My Ex is undoubtedly the heartbreak album of the year.
Yeule is intensely interested in serving something incredibly, undeniably human through an uncanny lens. Softscars is their most interesting, human and ultimately best work to date—but the ghost isn’t out of the shell yet.
This Midwest Princess is unequivocally true to herself, in her dancing highs and drunken lows, throughout the course of the tracklist.