The monolith, the haze, the riff, the drawl of Black Mountain are set to return after a three-year gap this fall with Wilderness Heart, and we for ones are looking mighty forward to this long player,

Even Drake agrees – Nardwuar’s interview with the multiplatinum Canuck rapper is indeed the best he’s ever had.

Roots Manuva is about to unveil a new full length this September featuring dub reworks from his Big Dada cataloge. Duppy Writer is a towering collaboration between Rodney Smith and South London reggae producer/remixer Wrong Tom.

Duke University’s exhibition, The Record, is a massive examination and expansion of the circular, dusty, untenable, near-perfect vinyl-pressed recording. The show has every medium under the sun: photography, painting, performance, sculpture, installations, video, and, but of course, sound.

When is neo-soul really just…. Soul? Alecia Chakour answers that question on “Hard Times,” a leak from her upcoming e.p. apparently of the same name.

On the eve of McClure’s newest release, Compost, Leaving Records have released a record of remixes. A preemptive move that if anything bodes well for the authentic record.

That Yacht have chosen to cover “Nausea” is another stroke of genius for the Portland-based duo, who released one of the best albums in ages, 2009’s See Mystery Lights, released on the mighty DFA label.

A soundtrack for sexchilling and light sipping. Not for the lonely.

Gavin McInnes is a dickhole. Seriously, screw this guy:

If you’ve ever lived in what is now the hipster enclave that is Silverlake, or even taken a late afternoon drive around the reservoir you’ve probably seen a shirtless, overly tanned middle-aged man walking… very quickly.

Urban music has become a global bazaar, as this witty mash-up by West Coast electronic-music legend Kraddy makes clear. On it, Kraddy—a founding former member of the Glitch Mob and one of the most deft proponents of forward California bass music—fuses two decidedly regional grooves: the dubstep of England and classic hip-hop from Northern California.

ASS Records isn’t really a label as such, it’s more of a flophouse for wayward punk bands with no pocket money.

Remember 120 Minutes? That show on MTV you either paid no or too much attention to? Well as it turns out they had some pretty impressive taste in music back in the day.

If you are tired of using the same run of the mill ways of finding running routes around your neighborhood, several new tried and true routes are as easy to find as clicking through a popular social media outlet. Here are a few high traffic sites (which are non-running and sports specific) that you may have left untapped.

The video is awesome! Like destructively, explosively, politically incorrectly awesome. It features a young woman basically getting revenge on… Everything. Nothing is spared. Please do not try this at home…

If you are in the middle of training for your first half marathon, marathon, or what have you, be warned of five of these overtraining signs before you find yourself a trampled, injured, frustrated or benched runner due to OTS (OverTraining Syndrome – yup, there’s even an official term with acronym for it!)

When we first “Hood Pass Intact” on Dâm-Funk’s mindblowing 2009 album Toeachizown, we were hooked: this was real funk electro boogie, yet from today’s mindstate—you could as much hear up in that as much as you could Snoop Dogg. And it was sooooo instant-classic Cali sounding, the way Roger Troutman’s synthetic swing sounded so at home on, say, “California Love,” when it was in fact just representing the United States of Funk.

Excited to run the Malibu Marathon?! I know I am! I recently received notice of a cool new offering the organizers of the race have up and coming this month: a first in a series of small training clinics that swear to have you “love running again.”

I haven’t made a final call on how I feel about naked running, even with the noticeable improvement in pace as soon as my Garmin was out of commission. I still ask myself if it was the real reason I hit my pace goals for this last Ragnar. For my piece of mind, I’m opting for half naked training till I fix or replace my Garmin.

Nearly three years ago The Bordoms, the mutable beast, set up a concert under the Brooklyn Bridge that they called 77 Boa Drums, a forest fire of seventy-seven drummers playing in a magnitude worthy of their task; to bind humanity together in one giant amazing drum circle inspired by Japanese creation myth and galactic metaphor.