More music festivals should take place in the fall. It seems obvious, but organizers at Coachella, Pitchfork and hundreds of jazz festivals warp our Summer Ale-addled minds into thinking that it’s hip to dehydrate. Thankfully,
Girl Talk’s Greg Gillis, an awkward white guy with cat-like turquoise eyes, disagreed with me. His latest album, “Night Ripper,” is a pureed mash-up of hundreds of Top 40 samples, with each song layering twenty-some
REVIEW: Crowd surfing and bearded men with war paint yelling in Rittenhouse Square? Not entirely a typical day at the park. But it happened last week at Philadelphia Weekly’s Concerts in the Park series, featuring
It’s becoming increasingly harder to remain a day tripper with the sound of some music festivals in the distance. It’s also becoming harder to distinguish some of them from an uninhibited form of summer camp.
“Scream for Long Beach.” I shouted into my hairbrush with a terrible British accent. The recorded crowd on the CD screamed.I leapt on my bed and shouted, “‘the flight of Icarus!’” I furiously headbanged as