In an absurdly crude frog jumpsuit Ben Ludwig lays on a table. Pulled through a large television screen prop by a Quasite actor hooded in a Space Invader alien mask, they finally got him. Another Space Invader joins. Under eerie soft white backlight, they inspect the limbs of the most illusive character on the... Continue Reading →
Back to the Grill, Mad Planet, Rusty Pelicans’ 20 year
Yeezy put it out there, and some knew it all along. Forever young. Snap-backs, fades, ripped jeans, tennies, crew neck sweatshirts... all too raw to wait 30 years before coming back in season. Slim jeans? Been the greatest cross-cultural exchange of all-time. Taking the old - the 20 year old - with the new: Rusty... Continue Reading →
Craggy Swill, Wrong Side of the River, Pay the Devil
On a summer morning, with the sun rising just over the tree tops kindly lining Milwaukee's streets, I still had Pay the Devil's album in my cd player from the night before. I listened to it a couple of times prior, trying to get used to not seeing the notes and melodies fly off their... Continue Reading →
Please come to MKE: Hath No Fury, Rose Windows
With a somber drone, "Woven by priests and jeweled by the sea", Sun Dogs I: Spirit Modules changed what I thought possible in music aesthetic. Encased in a Medieval garment, this opening phrase allowed a ghastly mood to settle over Rose Window's debut album, Sun Dogs, from the onset. A homeless bard in a hooded cloak headed toward a... Continue Reading →
Cool was Here, Bremen Cafe, Coyote Armada
What crossroads have we come upon? Where marks here? The vangaurds of Now Wave pop culture, weary at their posts, find that extolls of 'Lifer' rolled easier from the finger tips 23, 26, 27. It screamed all or nothing, and right now. It occupied. It moderated brand consumption in exchange for indignant conformity with... Continue Reading →