The city of Las Vegas herself is currently overseeing the construction of The Mob Museum – it is exactly what it sounds like. One exhibit sounds especially promising: a tape of a mob induction. I think they call it being made.

The always good Good turned us on to yet another iteration with our fascination with bike polo, the upcoming sport that makes us always think, “Of course! Why didn’t we think of that first?”

The reason this post exists is because his record is probably going to be dope as fuck and we need to prepare. I’m ready!

Spain’s Primavera Sound Festival has amassed an impressive lineup this year, one that I won’t be seeing, and neither will you (probably).

Somewhere between a well-kempt veranda and a detuned piano lives the work of Céleste Boursier-Mougenot. Attempting to grey the line between music and ambience, intention and result, Boursier-Mougenot creates barely controlled environments intended to question our notions of what exactly music is, the work its doing on us, and where the boundaries of creativity lie.

Those geniuses at The Guardian over in the U.K. have compiled the ultimate list of Internet sports dominating our laptops and generally causing us to hope no one notices what exactly we’re doing at our computer when we should be working.

As Americans, should citizens be allowed to maintain their porn stashes—or is that, in fact, the province of the federal government?

What’s incredible is that, in between two huge sold-out Los Angeles shows, The National stopped by the Old-Style guitar shop in Silverlake on Saturday, May 22nd to commemorate the store’s grand opening, playing a drummer-less show to sixty some people.

The trail runner at heart and Los Angeleno in the flesh need not travel further than Griffith Park when it comes to answering the call of the wild. As it is the second largest municipal state park in California, there are plenty trails to choose from.

Some tips and things for consideration before you decide to do your next 26.2 as Batman.

Yo Gabba Gabba is doing something important for kids, and for entertainment in general: repping the oddballs.

Hopefully a year from now we will have a new Aphex Twin to put all the coppers, fronters, and fakers firmly in their place.

Flying Lotus has released the most acclaimed album of the year so far in Cosmogramma, and “Table Tennis,” a track from the album, proves an indicator of its greatness.

It’s the combo of talent, however, that makes this beat even the stellar original. “So magical, man” Murs states at the beginning of the remix—so true.

If you watched Jay-Z’s performance in Saturday Night Live this past week and happened to be familiar with Jay-Z’s “Empire State of Mind”, you may have thought the same thing I did during the performance: “that’s not Alicia Keys” or “who is that lady?” or “wow she’s kinda killing it.”

The musical Fela! went from off-broadway labor of love to being taken under by Jay-Z and Jada Pinkett-Smith to recently earning 11 Tony Award nominations, bringing unprecedented attention to Fela Kuti, the previously obscure and now steadfastly remembered father and preacher of Afrobeat, him and his bands melding of jazz, funk, Nigerian ‘folk’, and pop that shook 70’s Africa.

“To put it simply, we believe almost every type of music in existence contains something of worth…”

Taking a visual cue from the timeless images of Blue Note album art, this short film spotlights the craft of New York barber extraordinaire Joselito (of Joselito’s Barbershop fame) as he gives a tight cut to the smoky strains of Miles’ trumpet.

It’s not exactly a mash-up, and it isn’t quite fan fiction… But what it is is compelling. We discovered this strange pop art mutation via the website of one of our favorite bands Holy Ghost: two indie/dream pop Noo Yawk hipster mainstays, Jorge Elbrecht (of both Violens and art collective Lansing-Dreiden) and Chairlift singer Caroline Polachek, collaborated on a song that seems have been designed to fit perfectly when played alongside superstar Justin Bieber’s “Never Let You Go” video.

Researching Leaving Records throws you into a rabbit hole or maybe a time travel sequence, what seems like every avant-underground producer, rapper, and hard worker of the game flying and swirling by all blooming cornucopia, holding hands in a matrix of overwhelm and obscurity in equal turns.