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A string of Christmas lights and a bare bulb lit the basement in a soft glow. Everyone swayed together, shoulders brushing and feet occasionally tapping rhythm onto others. We were packed together so tightly that we couldn’t have disentangled ourselves if we’d wanted to. It was May, the last night of the semester, and the steady indie-rock of all-caps LADD was surging out of a dusty corner.
The morning after their raucous show at Eclectic, Aural Wes's Chris Gortmaker headed to O'Rourke's Diner for brunch with the Harlem hip-hop group Ratking. Over a veritable mountain of brunch-foods, discussion ranged from Ratking's creative process to Pangaea and dinosaurs. A little known link between Aphex Twin and Cheef Keef emerged. Chris never got the toast he ordered...
It soars, shivers, and slides. It squeaks around the edges, wraps around you head, and winds itself up into you ears. Unrestrained in its innocence, it's joyous and intimate. So much so that it can surprise you at first. Steve Marion's guitar whispers and howls at the same time.
Marion's psychedelic, surfy, afrobeat-infused instrumental project Delicate Steve rose from his New Jersey bedroom to stages shared with acts like The Dirty Projectors and Sigur Ros.
We spoke to DJ Rashad about the Teklife Crew, Venues, and Vine before his show at Eclectic in February.
Rapper / poet Rhys Podell '16 has been making waves around campus recently with his many freestyle, musical, and spoken-word performances. As well as being a member of hip-hop / jazz group The New School, Podell has been releasing a few songs of his own under the name Rhys Langston. Aural Wes contributor Alexandra White caught up with Rhys a few weekends ago for some insight into his enigmatic poetic and musical feats.
It started out stupid, like every other night. We pre-gamed in WestCo and listened to nostalgic 90s rap. Everyone got too drunk. Nobody wanted to smoke weed or have sex with my visiting friends. What seemed like any night I may have had at college – or at home in Minnesota, for that matter – soon devolved into a sanguine shit show which the student body of Wesleyan may very well remember for years to come.
A riveting noise rock outfit from New York by the name “White Suns” delivered a cochlea-crushing performance at Art House on Friday night. On last year’s Sinews LP, White Suns meshed hardcore punk vocals with an all-out assault of distorted guitar, blast beats, and screeching feedback loops.
