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Turbo Fruits | Butter [album review]

When you hear someone yell, "My girl is a motorcycle and I'm a motorcycle man!" from behind an assault of awesome guitar noise, pretty much the only appropriate response is "Fuck yeah, you are!" Turbo Fruits don't sound like they're the happiest guys in the world, there's a healthy dose of melancholy on Butter, but that melancholy is exercised with such raw energy and lack of self-seriousness that it creates something incredibly fun and cathartic. Turbo Fruits are my favourite kind of rock music: loud and aggressive, but still goofy and never mean.

MAKERS series | Oregon Creatives [video]

For the MAKERS series, Shwood Eyewear pays homage to some of Portland's most innovative crafters, artists, builders, writers, and designers that inspire the experimental creators in us all. Part 1 features ADX in Southeast Portland; a community-based creative workshop whose members are not only making and building for themselves, but concurrently enabling others to do the same.

Mark Eitzel | Don't Be A Stranger [review]

My favourite part about listening to boring music is that I can turn it off whenever I want. But when you’ve been asked to review said music, then it becomes a much more challenging task. I found myself drifting away from actually paying attention to the record, and more thinking about what the hell I was going to write about. I mean, the album isn’t bad, but it’s not good either. It’s just, there. It sounds like almost every other solo effort ever written.

Searching For Sugar Man | Documentary

Searching for Sugar Man tells the incredible true story of Rodriguez, the greatest '70s rock icon who disappeared, but who's bootlegged music became the anthem for apartheid South Africa for two decades. The film follows the story of two South African fans who set out to find out what really happened to the singer, and their investigation leads them to a story more extraordinary than any of the rumours.

Music Review |The Zolas-Ancient Mars

Vancouver locals, The Zolas, could quite possibly become the next di-cephalic ensemble to reach the masses with their Siamese sounds. On their most recent recording, Ancient Mars, the keyboard/guitar driven Zolas hit their stride like Secretariat catching the last furlong at Steeple Chase. Their melodies are somehow bouncy and sexy at the same time, and find perfect pockets within playfully dark swordplay between punchy piano riffs and jangly guitar.

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