You always see obscure band stickers plastered in bathroom stalls at the bar, on the fridges, or both; On empty shells of payphones, bus shelters and all kinds of other non-objectionable places, tattoos of the modern urban landscape. Then that one always jumps into your vision, hard to unsee, especially when the colorway gleams... Continue Reading →
Coal Mine Canary, Damir Balo
Promenading up the Vliet Street Artwalk this past April, I ducked in few low-key favorites like James Steeno Gallery, Four Corners Fair Trade, newer urban kitchy facades like ReStore; a couple that might not have made it through the summer like Milwaukee Apothecary and Bare Knuckle Barbery; found a few new spots like Milkweed Designs. The... Continue Reading →
Present Shock, Quasimondo, Children of Pac-man
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 →