Are you a massive fan of extreme brutality? And what, you don’t even have paid passes to the Jägermeister Music Tour, AKA Black Sunday, AKA the Slayer-Anthrax-Megadeth triple bill at Bayfront? Dude, that’s wrong. You obviously aren’t living by the code of thrash. No worries, though, there’s still time to…
Spilling blood in the streets is a common theme of both skating hard and rocking the fuck out. And often, these two extreme activities get tangled up and mashed together, breeding dangerous fun. Example: This Saturday’s Vice Magazine book launch bash at Bar for Full Bleed: New York City Skate…
Every day of the week in Miami is a mandatory party. Why take time off when you got a hot Maserati in the driveway, a case of cold Cristal in the basement, and two used thongs in your pocket? It’s Tuesday. Drive fast ’cause the po-po’s snoozing. Pop the cork…
The internet is a loose-lipped, mischievous bitch. If you’ve got a secret, do not tell her. She’s always slipping gooey gobs of gossip into our inbox and whispering dirty little nuggets of hearsay in foreign ears. That girl just can’t be trusted. Anyway, latest rumor out her mouth: On November…
Q-Tip and the Roots With D-Nice, Daniel Merriweather, Kat DeLuna, secret guest Eve, and supa secret guest Bobby Brown Saturday, September 25, 2010 Ice Palace Better than: A bottle of Hennessy all to yourself. At exactly 11:26 p.m., the Roots rolled out onto the stage through a smoky purple haze…
Every ho’s gotta have a hero. Even Miami’s current reigning queen of ass, Kat Stacks, looks up to someone. (Catch Kat at Dream tonight.) And if you’ve been monitoring her Twitter feed lately — but really why would you, unless you want your brain to melt? — perhaps you’ve noticed…
With Lil Wayne’s street date — November 5, bitches! — only 41 days away, the world better start preparing for a monsoon deluge of strange and skeezy spitting over spacey creep beats. Now, we’ve already been warned about Mr. Carter’s plans to make it rain with I Am Not a…
Coming off a couple of consecutive East Coast tours, the dudes in Jacobs Ladder — Oren, Sammy, and Brian — were totally tired. After more than a half-thousand shows and countless hours of midnight driving, the road had finally worn them down to cold, hard bone. “We’ve been doing this…
For eons, humanity has celebrated the autumnal equinox. Back in the day, summer ended and the pagans immediately noticed that the dirt was dying, crops were rotting, and only the grave lay ahead. So they said “Fuck it!” and threw an apocalypse party. There was binge drinking, rampant overeating, incoherent…
Next Saturday, you’re gonna be bumming around Miami International Mall anyway, right? So between stocking up on day-glo shoelaces, stuffing your face full of Cinnabon, and shoplifting calling cards from the One Stop Shop … Why not check out Mr. Nicole Richie (AKA Joel Madden) and his brother Benji of Good…
It’s almost the end of the week. And $2 PBRs, sloppy babes, dark dudes, and dirty leather jackets sounds like a good time. Well, start counting down the hours — roughly 10 — until 30 NE 14th Street fills with all your favorite Friday shit. For tomorrow night, Fridays at…
We here in Miami treat our homegrown party boys like kings of the club. And local house head Oscar G wears one of Miami’s biggest, shiniest crowns. He’s led a thousand wild warehouse orgies at Space, launched Billboard destroyers (“Fired Up” with Ralph Falcon) and underground booty bombs, and repped…
Ninjasonik at Grand Central September 25
Oscar G at Mansion September 25
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Wow … Buying a Richie Hawtin release needs an instruction manual. Let’s say you want Arkives, his new retrospective boxset of Plastikman material from those acid-soaked and sleekly minimal years between 1993 and 2010. Well, you can be sure that there will be no less than four different versions from…
When a band glimpses infinity, tongue-kisses the sun, and releases a five-song slab totaling 31 minutes and 18 seconds, you gotta ask: “How can they call this an EP?” The new self-titled Arboles Libres release is one of those sprawling, little cosmic riddles. Sure, the track count is right –…
Long ago, rivers were dredged and swampland was filled. But still we can’t seem to control it all. From the beginning, Miami’s been split and shaped in every way by water. Overflowing and dying out and otherwise warping themeselves, skinny streams and fat, man-made channels snake through the city’s endless…
With your anemic attention span fed on endless helpings of Adult Swim, Count Chocula, and hot chronic, maybe a night of partying alongside Brooklyn rap punks Ninjasonik doesn’t sound all that exciting. Well, bro, you need to get off that jaded hipster ish because these three cross-genre scientists are the…
Static, deep silence, and the sound of thought waves wind and rush through Serge Carrefax. A boy raised on an English estate where his radio-obsessed father ran a school for the deaf, Serge watches his teenage sister Sophie die, serves as a radio operator during World War I, becomes a…
Life on these subtropical shores is dangerous. Maybe you’re saying, “Dude, that’s the past. I got a place out on the Beach. And I go walking barefoot down back alleys at midnight. Nothing happens. It’s totally safe.” Wrong, goof. Like staff writer Tim Elfrink points out in this week’s cover…
