Review: Brévine – Lhotse
I love me a good mountain.
I love me a good mountain.
See you, space cowboy.
Do our differences make us beautiful?
A pathological severing of emotional investment awaits you.
Diamonds in the sludge
Stop honking! I’m crying to For Miles by Thrice.
What if the 80s never really went away?
Who knew Japanese Deafheaven-turned-pop would be a perfect swansong for summer 2025?
For a “point of no return”, I sure have been coming back to this a lot.
The independently-verified, non-ideological jazz hour is upon us.