Kwase Lane

Saying “fuck it” can be pretty liberating. Though the era of widespread dancehalls and discotheques is behind us, the ethos that was born and grew in those buildings still has a place in the world of today. House music is making a much-needed comeback, and Feral Girl Summer is riding shotgun. For the next few months, we’re abandoning morning routines, attuning ourselves to the celestial rat and, most importantly, outlasting the waves of societal dread that threaten to set in.

It’s been a while, hasn’t it? I mean the last time we chatted the world was on fire; or at least it felt like it was. Why not take the opportunity to take a walk around town now that things have slowed down? You’d be surprised by how much can change after a few months of social isolation. What’s that? A new food spot not even six blocks away from your apartment? I say you try it. I know you’ve got some culinary chops, but you’ve been cooking for yourself for a minute now, take a break. No one w

Hey, hey, wake up. You had a pretty wild night, huh? Well, I mean, as wild as nights can get with *everything* that’s been happening. But, anyway, it looks like it’s going to be a rough one since you’re barely managing to drag yourself over to the refrigerator and stuff God knows what into the dehydrated cave you currently have the displeasure of calling your mouth. After the chilly greeting from the sterile light of your fridge piercing your eyes, you notice a styrofoam container on the top s

BROCKHAMPTON is one of the most prolific and influential pop-rap groups to sprout in recent years. The group garnered a loyal fan base and critical success through the SATURATION trilogy and later matured with iridescence and GINGER. Despite widespread approval for all of their projects, there has to be a magnum opus. So, SATURATION II or GINGER? Two passionate ACRN writers plead their case in this column. Can they sway you? With the sound of a literal buzzer (see track 1, “GUMMY”, 00:16) SATUR

Math rock isn’t my specialty by any means and my brief foray into the genre somehow made me thankful that I only speak one language. Tricot, Japan’s premier math/ indie/ prog rock quartet is unlike anything I’ve ever heard. I’d wager that it’s best described as a shot of uneasy, rowdy sadness that slips down your throat and I mean that in the best way possible. Although they didn’t see major success on the world stage until the release of their third studio album, Tricot has stayed true to their