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Some notes on Death Grips.

The Talkhouse is taking up residence at Samsung 837. Join us for the first conversation in our series.

Meredith Graves waxes poetic on why the mall beats the Oscars’ red carpet.

The outspoken Perfect Pussy frontperson talks Kanye's new line, Beyoncé's boob tape and Lady Gaga's Hillary Clinton cosplay outfit.

On their first album in 23 years, post-everything band Blind Idiot God brutally conjures all kinds of emotions without singing a single word.

Hardcore continues to love itself. And Zachary Lipez continues to love hardcore, especially the new release from Turnstile.

It might be a bit overproduced, but Cerebral Ballzy still nail the punk formula on their sophomore album.

Summer may be pointless, but Downtown Boys’ kiss-off to a landlord is anything but.

I've started and re-started this piece a dozen some-odd times now and I'm starting to pull my hair out.

To clear the air here: I wanted to write about Earth Crisis in 2014 because I used to be straight edge in 1986. Saying that makes me the enemy:

Before I get down to business, describing how and why this record is worth your time, permit to me to gripe that iTunes is implicitly engaged in a...