By Shanon Kelley
Photos by Ray Lego
Three years ago in Sao Paulo, Brazil–a remote region of the rock n’ roll universe–six kids congealed to form the nucleus of CSS (aka Cansei de Ser Sexy, or Tired of Being Sexy). Suddenly the band exploded, expanding from local basements and backyards out in all directions, to stadiums as far away as Budapest and Sydney. It was a titanic and chaotic struggle (although you’d never know it given their current contentment). Eventually their ever-warming reception grew acclimated to band’s core, and they merged with the ether of massive crowds at huge festivals like Glastonbury and Lollapalooza. Coming off a tour with Gwen Stefani and with their sophomore album Donkey already receiving rave reviews, the band seems set on a course to expand ad infinitum. While their triumph seems as natural and inevitable as the force of gravity itself, the band was hanging on by a thread just a year ago. Welcome to the world of CSS.
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By Gavin McInnes
Photos by Various
Early this summer, HBO released a documentary called Roman Polanski: Wanted & Desired
wherein the star fucks a savvy thirteen year old on ludes. The whole
thing was meant to highlight the question, “What is rape?” and make
everyone talk about it incessantly, forever and ever, until you’re
like, Why are we still talking about this? She said, "No." That’s rape.
The End.
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By Alex Moore
Photos by Darrell Eager
Ten years ago this November, Jesse Ventura did the impossible: he won the Governorship as an independent candidate–a move he now claims would get any man or woman assassinated at the Presidential level. He earned his reputation as a maverick the hard way: He railed against the dominant institutions. He advocated a return to common sense and judicious principles over paralyzing party loyalty–a revolution, you might say. In his new book, Don’t Start The Revolution Without Me!, he takes all of mainstream politics to task. On the eve of the Presidential election, we caught up with Ventura to find out how a maverick should vote this year, and how to save the country. (Hint: it has nothing to do with who wins in November.)
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By Brian Merchant
Photos by Jennifer Hale
When I show up at the Bowery Ballroom, I’m greeted by a wash of harmonies sung emphatically in unison, while a bright guitar snakes around the melody, and thunderous drums echo from inside the venue. I hear Fleet Foxes’ lead singer Robin Pecknold’s powerful voice rise out of the chorus. I’m immediately struck by the passion of their playing—and I’m still standing outside. And this is just their sound check.
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By Shanon Kelley
Photos by Victoria Jacob
It’s no secret the Baltimore scene is blowing up. One man’s humble beginnings in a warehouse exploded into an entire scene of no ise and music experiments that’s left most of scenes stumbling to catch up. From Dan Deacon to the Death Set and now Ponytail—there must be some crazy shit in Baltimore’s water.
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By Shane Gill
Photos by Ben Stilzman
There are people who walk into a room and see four walls, or pass a playground and pay no mind. And then there’s The Faint. With Fasciinatiion, their first self-released album and fifth full length, we know that one thing is certain: being the Saddle Creek dance punk band is behind them. What does the future hold? Immortality and time travel, obviously. The band’s singer, Todd Fink, explains:
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