Concert Review: Sid Sriram Is A Philosopher At National Sawdust
As Sid Sriram tussled between English, Tamil, and Telugu, I was fascinated by how much
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Concert Review: Chastity Leaves The Chaste At MHOW
When I first saw Chastity, he was wearing all black and looked like a goth’s
Concert Review: J.S Ondara Sings Tales Of His Life At Rough Trade
J.S Ondara has a voice that spreads on your soul like butter does unto warm
Concert Review: Yves Jarvis Meets The “Real You” In NYC
There is an idea that “the real you” is stagnant; as if it is a
Concert Review: Sam Fender Is A Millennial Poet At Rough Trade
At Rough Trade, smiles and pints reigned as Sam Fender became one of the most
Concert Review: Jungle Unleash The Groove At Terminal 5
Playing at Terminal 5, Jungle gives one of the best, happiest shows you will ever
Concert Review: Houses Build Their Sound At Terminal 5
Houses are So Cal. (Get it?) The California natives were in awe of playing a
Concert Review: Easy Life Make Their NYC Debut
Easy Life made their NYC debut at Mercury Lounge, and it was a HIT. This
Concert Review: Tender Ignite Couple’s Tenderness At Rough Trade
Tender really do live up to their name. Their music wraps audiences, and made people
Concert Review: Winnetka Bowling League Are “Kombucha” Rock In NYC
Humor is quickly becoming a staple for rising artists, but it seems natural. It is
Concert Review: Lucky Daye Is Living The Dream
Playing a brief set at Baby’s All Right, Lucky Daye left his fans fawning for
Theater Review: Hatef**k Ask If Prosperity Is Worth Prejudice
How can I work with your fear of me to get better for me? This
Concert Review: James Bay Is Bae At Beacon Theatre
Entering James Bay’s Sold-Out Beacon Theatre show, I saw what has to be the most
Concert Review: Noah Kahan Wins New Fans At Beacon Theatre
Watching Noah Kahan, I kept on thinking of my best friend and her love for
Concert Review: Another Sky Rises At Mercury Lounge
Another Sky’s music makes me want to melt into myself, in part, because Catrin Vincent’s