Phantogram, Pixies, Rodrigo y Gabriela, Cults, and more in Alarm #42—out now!
With summer in full festival mode, Alarm Magazine is proud to release its latest collection on modern rock-‘n’-roll culture.
With summer in full festival mode, Alarm Magazine is proud to release its latest collection on modern rock-‘n’-roll culture.
The voice of Gene on Bob’s Burgers checks in with Alarm to discuss lamb vindaloo, Andrew Bird, and key advice for modern life.
Adebisi Shank: This Is the Third Album of a Band Called Adebisi Shank
FKA Twigs: LP1
Dilated Peoples: Directors of Photography
Still in her early 20s, self-taught painter Lora Zombie has amassed a serious global following.
The official Lollapalooza events may have wound down at 10 PM this year per usual, as music stages closed and the festival grounds began to clear—but, thanks to the After the Park party sponsored by Alarm Magazine and Rockit, the music, drinks, and fun were far from over.
Released this spring, 9 Dead Alive finds the vegan ex-couple at their roots, releasing a purely two-piece album that channels even more of their thrash-metal past than before.
Get motorbike mods and a bean buzz at this one-of-a-kind Portland shop.
If you’ve seen NY Ink or America’s Worst Tattoos on TLC, you know tattoo artist Megan Massacre as the petite, countercultural sparkplug with a vibrant color palette. But contrary to how easy she makes it look on TV, the southeastern Pennsylvania native didn’t get here overnight.
Entombed AD: Back to the Front
Spoon: They Want My Soul
Angus & Julia Stone: s/t
Nachtmystium: The World We Left Behind
Benton Harbor, Michigan, isn’t the first town that comes to mind for music recording. Yet the small community is home to Key Club Recording Company, one of the best and most beautiful studios in the Midwest, founded by producer/engineer duo Bill Skibbe and Jessica Ruffins.
Originally a touring festival with a name defined by “an extraordinary or unusual thing,” the mammoth that is Lollapalooza continues to live up to its moniker. The crowd continues to swell, the corporate signage multiplies, and the average age drops with each installment of the Chicago festival.
I ride into Venice, California, on a borrowed electric motorcycle. It’s warm and the fog is pouring in off the ocean. I push open an unlocked street-level door to Rubyred Studios and find Butch Walker sitting at a console, typing into a laptop. “Oh, hi!” he says, and gets us some coffees.