August 22nd, 2012 · No Comments
July 27th, 2012 · No Comments
They don’t MEAN it in the way Dr. Know and Ill Repute MEANT it.
July 29th, 2011 · 1 Comment
Jennifer and Jessica Clavin are the sisters who went from Mika Miko to sidemanning (for Cold Cave and Puro Instinct, respectively) and now back together with their new group, Bleached. They play tonight with the Spits at L.A. RECORD’s Psycho Beach Party at the Blue Star.
February 13th, 2010 · 5 Comments
L.A.’s drunk-punk scene wouldn’t be the same without Blaque Chris, and since everybody else and their dad is opining about their favorite albums of the decade on our site, we figured, hey, why not Chris?
January 10th, 2010 · 8 Comments
The people came out in droves, brimming out of the venue to catch a glimpse at one of Mika Miko’s three sold out shows at the Smell before the band called it quits. In a full out family affair, the lineup consisted of Paris Hilton Motherfuckers, Le Joshua, Pearl Harbor djing in the main room and the guerilla band HNMR, who hijacked the alley and set up outside the Smell—all showed their love for L.A. favorites Mika Miko.
November 11th, 2009 · 6 Comments
This Thursday, L.A. will host another Soul Clap and Dance Off with New York Night Train promoter Jonathan Toubin. He will also be bringing guest DJ Ian Svenonius, former frontman for Nation of Ulysses and the Make-up and current frontman for Chain and the Gang. If you think you have what it takes, show up and show off! This interview by John Henry.
October 6th, 2009 · 1 Comment
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks were arguably one of the most feralized bands on the No New York compilation and Lydia Lunch would only penetrate deeper and deeper from there. A one-shot reunion show in New York last year has become a mini-tour that will visit L.A., but after that, says Lunch, it’s done and buried. Brutalization follows. This interview by Chris Ziegler.
September 25th, 2009 · 1 Comment
photography by benjamin hoste
Belated band photos from FYF Fest 2009.
September 16th, 2009 · 4 Comments
I savored every slow-passing second in the heat—music from the likes of the Submarines, Mika Miko and Tiny Masters of Today, the latter pack of striplings enough to restore any lost faith in the rock verities, as well as the giddy confabs with pals from the RECORD, accidental meetings with ex-girlfriends; even the hi-skool snubs from industry barnacles and no-talents felt good, for such too is life under the municipal big top in rock ‘n’ roll’s Greatest Show on Earth.