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ill peach, the duo of Jess Corazza and Pat Morrissey, explore the creation of their debut album, THIS IS NOT AN EXIT.
The choker necklaces, the black leather boots, and the Deftones tees are so abundant outside Austin’s Empire Control Room, you’d think there was a cult initiation going down. Inside, the music is just as loud, with hoards of people galavanting from venue to venue in the city’s own Red River Cultural District. Connection is palpable. Welcome to a haven for the offbeat and misunderstood.
A strange combination of words is all it takes. Time capsules swallowed and crumbling RAM chips conjure images that open up a wormhole to another galaxy. In this unknown future, communication is fraying at the edges, but DoorDash may as well be delivered through a crystal-clear tube. For all you know, Genius no longer exists to immortalize Rhys Langston’s indelible flow.
Life was captured on tape far before Yeek ever made music. Throughout his childhood, from ages 9-15, the left-field pop purveyor documented his own coming of age with a Sony cassette recorder.
A shriek rips through the air. The sound is deafening, sickening even, but shoots life through the opening seconds of Yves Tumor's new album, Praise A Lord Who Chews But Which Does Not Consume; (Or Simply, Hot Between Worlds), like the tortured cry of a who's seen too much.
The Grateful Dead's live shows were legendary, but their parking lots possessed their own fantastical lore. Entering one felt like a nomadic wonderland, teeming with a flea market of VW vans and Technicolor T-shirts.
When Elliott Kozel was younger, listening to Beatles records soon morphed into losing time in his room with a Tascam four-track recorder. "Probably [around] seventh or eighth grade, I started to be like, 'God, I'm addicted to this,'" he offers from his home in Los Angeles.
Desert Daze is, first and foremost, a festival for freaks, but consider that sentiment with love. Take the jet-setter grating cheese on people's heads during Viagra Boys, the friends grooving to samba music with melons wearing sunglasses, the disciples toting signs depicting Kevin Parker as Jesus.
Sabrina Teitelbaum once thought Cocteau Twins' Heaven or Las Vegas was sung in French. She was 17 when she untangled the words from the reverb, by that point drifting in and out of record shops across New York City and getting pulled into the world of MTV.
EKKSTACY once couldn't help but hide. With his previous album, 2021's NEGATIVE, his voice was muffled and secondary. In the photos surrounding the release, usually rendered in black and white, locks of hair fell in front of his eyes. He even calls his debut more similar to a compilation, rather than a proper album.