Musings on Marian Hill

I  discovered Marian Hill earlier summer while perusing the 2016 Gov. Ball lineup. I didn’t actually attend Gov. Ball this year (and never intended to), but found myself inspired to check out its offerings online if only to cure the staleness of my iTunes library. I craved a fresh, new sound that didn’t succumb to convention, and Marian Hill had just that. In their albums and EPs, each track follows a format where silky smooth vocals interplay with beats, aptly described by the New York Times as “spare electro-R&B.” With the help of vocal effects including echoes and pitch modulation, the line between the vocals and beat blur. The vocals become one with the instrumentation and adds a surrealism to their sound.

Emotionally, Marian Hill straddles two ends of a spectrum. Particularly on ACT ONE, their debut album, I heard moments of confidence but also vulnerability. I’d like to think that these two emotions being presented side by side implies that they are connected. I wonder if the person telling her man boy bye on “Good” could be the same as the one who questions whether she would be really be fine without her man during the very next track “Thinking.” If we suppose this is true I think it reflects how people are never wholly bold or insecure but with varying ratios a mix of the two. I know that at times I’ve felt equally attached to either end of that introvert-extrovert spectrum, particularly during my forays into the after-hours social scene I associate so strongly with Marian Hill’s aesthetics. After a night of partying or hanging out with my friends I generally feel one of two ways: exhilarated or defeated. In those post-party hours, Marian Hill is a supplement for both emotions commiserating with me when the social world seems too fraught to exist within and stroking my ego when I feel on top of the world.

Dance Away The Pain: The Julie Ruin’s Hit Reset

Rating: 4/5

The undeniable force that is Kathleen Hanna struck again earlier this month after her latest band, The Julie Ruin, released its second album titled Hit Reset. As an artist Hanna is used to touching on heavy, political subjects, her main target being the patriarchy, but on Hit Reset she brings the pain home with her–literally. As the house on the front cover would indicate, the new album delves into pain Hanna experienced in childhood. This pain is particularly present in the opening verse of the album’s title track, where lyrics such as “slept with the lights on on the floor/Behind a chair that blocked the door” paint a picture of a life filled with anxiety and paranoia. Continue reading “Dance Away The Pain: The Julie Ruin’s Hit Reset”

Review: Please Kill Me by Legs McNeil & Gillian McCain

Rating: 5/5

Funny story. I first heard about Please Kill Me in an episode of Gilmore Girls called “Teach Me Tonight.” In the episode Jess recommends the book to Rory as a way to distract her from the studying they’re supposed to be doing. As a die hard GG fan, I take the book recommendations on this show seriously. So when I found a copy of the book at Barnes & Noble, I bought it immediately.51G3XZDQ5AL

I devoured Please Kill Me by the beach over winter break. Every so often my concentration would break away from its pages, and, regaining awareness of where I was, I’d marvel at how different vibes of the book were from my surroundings.

As its subtitle states Please Kill Me offers an “uncensored oral history of punk,” emphasis on uncensored. The amount of honesty in the book is baffling. People proudly admit  to all forms of depravity and give salacious testimonies about their friends and enemies alike. At its best, the book makes you feel like you’re backstage, privy to all the gossip and drama of the sex, drugs, and rock and roll lifestyle. Continue reading “Review: Please Kill Me by Legs McNeil & Gillian McCain”

Let Us Now Praise Great Art: “Hamilton”


Hamilton is not a musical. At least, not as I understood the term up until Friday night when I sat down on the first mezzanine of the Richard Rogers Theater to see the much-lauded show. My original definition of a musical was  a play with plainly spoken dialogue  punctuated by occasional outbreaks into song. Watching Hamilton, it took a couple of back-to-back musical numbers for me to realize that the kind of dialogue I was expecting  would never come. Nearly every line in the show is either rapped or sung. The music almost never stops. Technically, Hamilton is a sung-through musical, like Les Misérables, which can also be called pop or rock operas. In Hamilton’s case, however, the term hip-hop opera would be the most fitting description.

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My Thoughts In Formation


On June 7th, at the Citified show of Beyoncé’s Formation Tour, a tall white box stood prominently on stage. Flanked by two flat screens tilted toward the sides of the audience, the box’s function was a mystery until the start of the show. In the moments before Beyoncé even stepped out on stage, the box began to turn and each side flashed a different image of Beyoncé with an orchid erupting from her mouth. The sides of the box , it turns out, were each screens in themselves. As the concert got underway each side showed unique images visible only to people with specific vantage point. Unsurprisingly, the visuals and screens were an integral part of the show. Both the side screens and box sides, not only showed what was happening on stage, but elevated them with graphics, backgrounds, and effects. The scope of the screens and the intricacy of the visuals made it advantageous to sit farther back, in order to fully take in what was happening. Continue reading “My Thoughts In Formation”

Life Lessons From Bikini Kill: “Rebel Girl”

Don’t get jealous; EMBRACE the people you admire.

Perhaps, it’s the patriarchy telling us that only one girl can have fun at a time, or, maybe,  being threatened by “cool” people is just an impulse of human nature. No matter which way you slice it, this desire to tear people down for the benefit of your own emotional security is neither healthy nor productive. Continue reading “Life Lessons From Bikini Kill: “Rebel Girl””