Author Sophie Turovsky

An intentionally amateurish garage band. Soulmates side by side, feeding off of each other’s dark, provocative energy. A sonorously tremorous voice layered over a minor-toned psychobilly melody. Macabre and ...

I have never connected with electronic dance music. The beats overwhelm me, the melodies bore me, the unpleasantly pleasant mood irritates me, and the buildups, particularly the ones with vortical reverberation...

The other day, I watched the “Buenos Aires” episode of Anthony Bourdain: Parts Unknown in which Bourdain traverses the capital of Argentina and explores its culture. To get a sense of the place and the peop...

Circle Jerks, through the repetitive, almost mesmerizing guitar riffs, the destructive, even childlike drum beat, and the crass vocals of “World Up My *ss,” “rip” the rules of their society to pieces an...

“You see that girl over there?” asked someone in the crowd. “That’s Mariah. All the hippies in Berkeley know her. She’s like the queen of the hippies.” As I stood in the back of the crowd, too intim...