Zander Porter and Anne Leonardo sit down with Lum at Wesleyan's own Alpha Delta Phi Society house, where she performed to a sweaty, dark, blistering group of young people
All in home
Zander Porter and Anne Leonardo sit down with Lum at Wesleyan's own Alpha Delta Phi Society house, where she performed to a sweaty, dark, blistering group of young people
Let's Party Hats! Hats! Hats! formed back in 2012 and has since then released two EPs, Pain Hurts and Let's Party Hats! Hats! Hats! which just dropped on Thursday. Self-described as "three friends having fun getting mad in Connecticut", the band comprising of Adam Johnson ('14), Sean Winnik ('14), and Nate Repasz ('14) lives up to the description with their spontaneous garage-punky sound.
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.
Killer Bob is not an accessible band. In fact, in front of a small but animated crowd of experimental music enthusiasts at Music House on Friday, it oftentimes felt like they specifically went out of their way not to be accessible. Their lead vocalist and guitarist, aptly named (you guessed it!) Bob, doesn’t sing so much as urgently repeat barely audible words into the microphone. Their music, which can fairly accurately be described as modern day Swans on meth, ranges from trance inducing to downright cacophonous, and sometimes makes the transition between the two in a matter of seconds.
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...
