Punk: An unexpected safe space
Sometimes, when just the right song comes on, it feels as if the music is writing out your emotions for you. Like ironing out wrinkles in a sheet, it smooths out everything you couldn’t understand alone. Th...
A night of punk and love with IDLES at The Fillmore
Before even walking through the doors of The Fillmore, my friend and I turned the corner to stumble on no other than Danni Miller, lead singer of Surfbort, freshly off stage and finishing a drag in a sequined j...
Iceage and Shame put the post back in punk at the New Parish
Walking into the New Parish on Tuesday, I had my mental checklist for a weeknight post-punk show going, and those boxes were getting ticked off pretty quickly. Dude in an Idles shirt? Check. Bowl cuts? Check. U...
Desert Daze 2018: a sonic oasis
It is hard to find the right place to start any narrative of this year’s Desert Daze; one could try to start chronologically, but they would be forced to start with a four-hour long wait in the car to just ge...
A night of catharsis: IDLES unleash at The Independent
“I’m pretty sure we’re going the wrong way!” I yelled to my friend Jack, panting, as we sat on our bikes on top of an utterly ruthless San Francisco hill. After taking BART into the city, we had managed...