Fear not, there are modern problems galore to discuss with Vaguess. Retro catchy riffs and deep human disappointment, a perfect scuzzy soundtrack for the Trump era.
Wasn’t it Nietzsche who said, “Staring into your tall glass of psych is nothing but a big gulp of surf rock foam”? It’s a crazy garage scene, dude.
This band: equal parts punk misanthropy, maudlin balladeering, fine art, low humor, classical study, psychedelic spacecasing, mad science, and pop genius.
When your incept date draws near, your R5-D4 is on the fritz, and you just wanna buzz, head down to Flynn’s because the rebellion will be dancing to this.
Take me back, way back to that place where girl-fronted camped-up gothic psych melts into post garage fuzz. Wait, maybe that’s really the future . . . ?
Forget the Levolor blinds, just hit that window with a can of black paint. With a touch of Siouxsie and some slithering bass lines, we’re going full dark with this one.
If the struggle continues, let it sound like Downtown Boys. Fusing their urgent multilingual demands with sax-charged punk drive, they make a hot-blooded point from the bottom up.
Somewhere in the haze between Guided By Voices and Big Star, there is lo-fi pop to be found in the loner voice of Violent Change.
Are they called Sweet because they sound nice or intimate, emotional, sensitive? And if so, what about the Ian part?! Join us in the mystery . . .
The first band to form from an internet dating site? Possibly. Jangly guitars and mopey thoughts perfect for summer coming on? For sure.
Prog punks with a metal spirit (and vocal), check out the guitar acrobatics and wicked drumming. This will be some aggro fun!
Brain twisting experimental pop from Japanese band Chai, channeling somewhere between Talking Heads and DEVO. Live at Amoeba Music, SF.
Embrace the heavy riffing and the Yin Yang of Dude York’s vocal personalities, and you’ll fly right through the fire ring of your nervous new era with a big pop anthem in your heart.
One day the White Rabbit was in his bedroom blissing out to Pixies, Yo La Tengo, and a little Carly Rae Jepsen. When he looked up he saw Jay Som in the looking glass, nodding and smiling.
Keeping the punkabilly New Wop craze going is LA phenom The Regrettes, with pint-sized Lydia Night belting what a lot of us would call the plain Truth.
Melancholic punk to guide us across the river, blind-folded and stepping on poison lily pads. Sometimes it feels that way.
Get ready, Savoy Motel rock their Funk Box right out front. But don’t worry, this ride across the time trails has plenty of glammed up riffing and a touch of the South too.
Toss some Buzzcocks, fizzy new wave pop, and a dash of heartache and you have a mean Terry Malts cocktail. Shaken not stirred.
Guitarist Shannon Lay of Feels shows chameleon-like songwriting skill on her solo work with this deeply haunting transmission from your trembling subconscious.
We may be staring at the apocalypse, but you still gotta smile when you spit.
In charge, affirmative, vulnerable, loopy indiepop with a laserbeam of wit. We’d all benefit from joining the Sad13 squad.
Wow, guess what? It’s hooky - and good - straight ahead but interesting, morose without being tiresome, and not unlike a real mall walk, rather fun in a sick way.
It’s big, it’s loud, it’s fuzzy, it makes you feel like you’re watching a herd of buffalo run at you through gauze sunglasses while you try to get up from your lawn chair. Just don’t drop your doob.
None other than Gang of Four folks, the band who invented post punk. The seminal Leeds 4-piece, with their mix of beats and working class skreeds, still matter.
What if all your favorite things about Joan Jett, Led Zeppelin, and The Ramones stepped off a plane from Tokyo and played you 8 songs while you ate your lunch? Welcome to your Wednesday.
If Cubism was a musical style, then would Feels be Picasso? Cutting up psych, garage, punk - and yes even some pop, Feels layers sounds into sonic masterpieces.
What if your vegemite sandwich was spiked with poppy punk spread and laced with Heaven 17-style vocals?! Yeah, that sounds yummy mate. This duo is going to teach us to cook.
If The Sundays’ dreamy pop was filtered through the bubble machine in Willie Wonka’s chocolate factory, it would taste like Japanese Breakfast.
What if Sargent Pepper tripped on Ty Segall and choked on The Fall? Let’s find out.
It's late, you're driving your convertible down a lost highway, and you push the pedal to the floor while you turn up the volume. It’s that sound, that perfect lonely guitar rock from a three piece.
Whether the wave is new, cold, or dark, Skeleton Hands is charging the break.
In your psych dream fantasy where Cat Power fuses with Galaxie 500, somewhere near there lies Globelamp.
Andrew Keoghan's debut album fuses carefully arranged folk, pop and electronic, with songs sometimes delicate and sparse, other times layered and orchestral.
If Aleister Crowley and Rob Zombie made a road movie, Death Valley Girls have already composed the soundtrack.
Oh, those little voices in your head - the electronic symphonic meanderings of those catchy choruses wandering your musical mind. Or are you just reading Half Waif’s mind?
Sugar plum feminist fairies create 3D power pop candy canes for your mind mouth. Huh? Just watch.
Homer: "Boy! Who's your favorite band?"Bart: "Wimps?"Homer: "Why?"Bart: "Cuz they're just a bunch of miserable punks who love hotdogs!"
Remember when power punk from a trio was cool? Like buzzy power pop, but with a snotty attitude? If you’re longing for that 90s vibe, then Summer Cannibals are ready to eat your ears alive!
Who put their punk power pop peanut butter in my chocolate downer? This band is definitely crying-on-the-inside in the best possible way.
High school friends + dreamy harmonies + catchy riffs = California girls. Who knew Brian Wilson was really a feminist!
What is “snack rock” you ask? Well to us, it’s slathering a big helping of Bettie Serveert-style vocals in between some slices of extra meaty jangle rock riffs, then spreading a layer of hooky harmonies in between a dutch crunch roll. Now that is a snack we can rock.
Ventriloquest Ectoplasmold Xanaxax, aka V.E.X., is Roxy Monoxide and Lulu Gamma Ray. If you already feel like you’re walking into the Mos Eisley Cantina, this industrial noise cabaret is only going to get better.
If you’re wishing for a fierce female singer - say like Siouxsie Sioux - fronting a dark, raw, post punk band, then Chicago's Negative Scanner is your wish come true.
Screeching into your fuzzy psyche comes the sweet indie-pop of Burnt Palms.
If a couch surfing stoner skate punk crashed into Liz Phair, it might cause the explosion that is Colleen Green.
Beach girls La Luz harmonize their way right out of Pet Sounds into heartache and longing.
Is that some pop psych we hear in your sludge filled Seattle garage?!
In need of something angular on your radar? You’ll be geometrically satisfied by this Baltimore band. With a vintage jangle pop sound, these boys are like an indie dream inspired by the other side of the pond. So sit back and tune in the love ballads.
If post punk and new wave are passé, then Arctic Flowers are re-imagining an alternative musical landscape where genres are meaningless.
A Death Bomb Arc Records artist, Signor Benedick the Moor self describes himself as an experimental prog rapper from The True Neutral Crew. We’re talking Krautrap.
If you hear voices in your head that sound like Jim O’Rourke and Sonic Youth mixed over haunting acoustic guitar melodies, then we have a diagnosis of Six Organs of Admittance!
Get yer little umbrellas ready, this is Tropicalia with punk attitudes and surrealist souls.
Wand is a buzzing psych rock supernova. So what of the lead singer Cory Hanson? We're about to find out! Rare solo acoustic set coming at ya.
Armed with only layered harmonies, guitar and bass, these two girls create complex yet honest, stripped down folk – with pure punk attitude.
Mudhoney’s 1988 single, “Touch Me I’m Sick” was a game changer. It ushered in the alternative music era as well as putting both Seattle and Subpop Records on the map. 27 years later, find out why Mudhoney still matter.
Swamp Punk from the Land Down Under. They will not smile when they give you a vegemite sandwich.
Are Niteppl men or machines? Are they dance or electropop? Are they the ghosts in our machines or the water on Mars? Maybe all of the above, watch and find out.
Urgent electro-punk with killer melodies.
You know Mac from Superchunk, Portastatic, and as co-founder of Merge Records. But did you know he made a modernized new wave solo record, and is playing all of the above in this rare solo acoustic set live from Aquarius Records?!
These guys were O.G. before anyone knew what that meant. English Punk lifers whose music mixes attitude with a melody and a riff. It still works 35 years on.
Art mutant sci-fi psych post-punk rocknroll. And they got a sax!
Everything you love about British post punk, except Male Gaze has forgone the black lipstick and teased hair for these psych noir cuts.
Take some jangly guitar pop, mix with Julian Cope, a side of Dinosaur Jr. and some Cream. It’s not a cocktail recipe, it’s Swiftumz!
To be or not to be, experimental pop tinged with Red House painters, Miles Davis, and ambient sounds. That is the question.
Perfect Electro-Pop Forever. That’s all you need to know about New Zealander's Yumi Zouma.
Who put the pop in my punk rock?!
Pop that left the garage for the heartbreak hotel.
Nasty beer drinkin’ punk rock girls - oh yeah!
Howlin’, screamin’ southern style, garage Rock&Roll.
Mix all styles of psych rock together in a blender and you get a tropical Paisano cocktail - shaken, not stirred.
Modular Synth Master from The Sea and Cake creates swirling melodies just like the corner of your mind.
Australian psych-post-punk fury of clanging guitars, pummeling drums and thick, sinewy basslines combine for a primal, minimalistic outpouring of swaggering rawk.
There's a tornado coming- hellscape guitars, bashing drums furious choruses, synth and guitar stabs. This isn't just weird punk meets dark wave, these are Nots.
If there's a genre for Carnival Art Psych Rock, then Howling Hex invented it.
19 year old Andrew St. James is a poet, singer-songwriter and the next musician to join the Bay Area’s illustrious beat poet hall of fame.
Post-alternative-punk-noise-garage-apocalyptic rock band from Down Under.
What spirit perfectly pairs with anti-folk-punk-indie-rock noises you ask? Thick Red Wine.
As part of this year’s Northside Festival, Tony Molina will be playing songs from Dinosaur Jr.’s album, "You’re Living All Over Me" live from Rough Trade Records in Brooklyn.
Blood Sister rocked so hard they zapped the internet into oblivion on this rainy day in San Francisco!
These Girls nearly blew the walls off the KUSFCR studios and coined a new term in the process, "Claustrophobic Rock!"
Live countrybluegrasswashtubtwang from the KUSFCR studios.
Musk cracked all of our screens from a rocky East Bay beachfront.
What you get when you mix hip-hop, plena, reggae and dancehall by way of Panama.
Sylvie performs her heartbreakingly gorgeous ukelele slow jams mixed with a dash of Leonard Cohen from the infamous Secret Alley.
English, Hebrew and Spanish bars and hooks flow out of the heart, mind and mouth of Rami Matan Even-Esh on a regular basis. Meet Kosha Dillz!
A War-painted, wiry, power rock trio who combine Bikini Kill with ACDC. What's not to love!
See this Jamaican icon play a rare acoustic set with his legendary band.