There’s something old-school about MyKey. Maybe it’s the fact he doesn’t really know how TikTok works, despite being on the Gen Z cusp age of 24 (and almost 25). Or maybe it’s because when he hops on our video call, he informs me that he’s on his grocery store weekly tour, checking out what four
Philly native and Nashville lingerer Ben Kessler is making indie pop music that melds two inherent truths of today: as humans, we are looking inwards more than ever before, while in music, our sonic landscape continues to push boundaries with digitized, vibe-y production. Fold one into the other, or vice versa, and that’s the avenue
It’s no surprise that hyperpop has manifested itself as more than just a maximalist, torqued-up version of pop. The genre has found a way to merge with alt, hip-hop and punk sounds, among others, perhaps most notably by artists like 100 gecs working with Fall Out Boy, or via the emo musings of newer names
I am a recent frequenter of Clubhouse, the social media app taking the internet by storm right now. Think of Clubhouse like a platform for live podcasting: users make rooms, centered around a professional or social topic, and anyone who comes across the room can drop-in and listen. On Monday night, I was a moderator
Dance music deals with the magic of energy, and energy is a guiding topic during my recent conversation with Brooklyn-based talent BEMATA. As we near the one-year anniversary of locked-in living, and snowstorms ravage the United States, let’s not lie; our collective energy is down. We can craft as many routines and concoct as many
‘Hardcore Miserable’ and ‘Out the Bed’ are about battling insecurity in a relationship and coming to terms with a breakup
Something sunny and bright swells in Valdés’s acoustics, I’m not sure what. There’s a glimmer of romance to it.
Smart music supervision is kind of like the Astroglide (I’m sorry) of great TV.
21-year-old Darian Chen splits his time between Edmonton, Canada, and a remote mountain village in China called Anhai. Darian is FaceTiming me from Edmonton, where it’s snowing and face-burningly frigid. He tells me he needed some fresh air, regardless of the cold, because he was cooking fish in his apartment and ended up burning it.
We all have our favorite pop eargasms. What makes an eargasm is not dextrous songwriting, complex verses or a skillful song structure. A song does not have to be envelope-pushing or exceptionally crafty to be addictive; I’m strictly talking about music that sounds so good it renders you speechless. We’re talking about sonic bliss. An