Music Pencil

Nazi Punks, F*ck Off

Bertha Coolidge: Jazz in Your Rock Pants

Best Fort Worth(-ish) Albums of ’16

Maren Morris Is Our Hero

Steve Gnash, Complete: Weirdness Rules

Blotch Jumbo

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Hello, Maren!

I’m sure you’ve already heard the news, because you’re on Facebook, and you can’t live without it, and even when your phone is 20...

Best/Oddest Local Vids of ’15

As a hairy, belching byproduct of the MTV generation, I see social media, Facebook and Instagram specifically, as the average millennial’s primary source for...

Dreamy Life Records: Bring It

Let’s go ahead and admit it. Rockers, writers, and scenesters outside Fort Worth may think our city is pretty cool for one reason. We...

Top 10 Local Songs of ’15

Once again, a wealth of exceptional tuneage exploded from the great 817 this year. On a purely technical level, there were at least ––...

Tidals, Wire Nest, Go!

I’ve got to admit. I’ve been underselling Fort Worth for years now, labeling my adopted city a “cultural backwater” not directly –– never directly...

Huffer: Sad Times Are Here to stay

Fort Worth metalheads are so gauche. Someone needs to tell the dudes in Huffer that no one says, “CD release party” anymore. It’s “album”...

Smile! Leon’s on SNL!

That’s me. I’m the guy on Facebook posting that selfie with Leon Bridges at the Chat Room Pub above the caption: “So proud of...

FWRA IV

Can a body criticize a festival that’s only in its fourth year? Because that’s what I’m fittin’ t’do. (But not really.) The fest in question...

Welcome, Wayside Ballroom

Right now, The Wayside Ballroom is a mess. Electrical cables dangle from the “ceiling,” machinery and tools are strewn across the dust-and-debris-covered floor, and...

Pimpadelic: Still Hear

A long time ago, I was close friends with a guy who was pretty deep into the local punk/metal scene, which was helpful to...