Posts tagged "cultist crush"
[CULTIST CRUSH] Wreck & Reference Interpreted & Appreciated by Hether Fortune

[CULTIST CRUSH] Wreck & Reference Interpreted & Appreciated by Hether Fortune

I am always drawn to music and art that is as emotionally charged and unhinged as it is carefully controlled and intellectual. Order amidst chaos. Transcendence amidst absolute destruction. Having both the keen awareness of this eternal universal balance and the ability to apply it to your art is much like discovering the key to...
[CULTIST CRUSH] Jenn And Liz, The Pelly Twins

[CULTIST CRUSH] Jenn And Liz, The Pelly Twins

(we stole all these photos from the Internet please don’t be mad)  The first time I met a Pelly twin was at Tommy’s Tavern in NYC, a meat-stinking hole with piss-shit bathrooms and a really cute, plump and gothic bartender. Jenn Pelly, a writer for Pitchfork, (amongst other well-known publications such as Rolling Stone, The...
[CULTIST CRUSH] The Bots

[CULTIST CRUSH] The Bots

You know what makes me feel old? Yes, malls, and yes also most of the shows on MTV, and okay, yes Selena Gomez and her weird chipmunk face. (Also, kids get drunk on hand sanitizer? WTF?). But you know what ELSE makes me feel old? The Bots. Essentially the coolest band I have heard in...
[CULTIST CRUSH] Nick Waterhouse

[CULTIST CRUSH] Nick Waterhouse

Everyone knows old things are cool. We pay a lot of money for our T-shirts to look and feel like they belonged to our great grandpa who worked on a farm, but also so that they don’t smell like our great grandpa who worked on a farm (sorry gramps). So obviously we love Old Timey...
[CULTIST CRUSH] Skaters

[CULTIST CRUSH] Skaters

I just moved to LA from New York with a couple of suitcases and an attachment to the concept that if you don’t like things, you leave (for some place you’ve never been before, apologies to Lou Reed). I also had some fairly delusional ideas about not missing the people, places, and things that I’ve...
[CULTIST CRUSH] Allah-Las

[CULTIST CRUSH] Allah-Las

This song makes me feel like there’s sand in my shoes but I’ve left the beach and stopped in at a roadhouse bar where a tall drink of water (he’s wearing a white t-shirt and has sad eyes) has pushed me up against the jukebox and whispered (growled) into my ear “Hey pretty. Want to...