THE RETURN OF THE GRUESOME TWOSOME

"The early 90s crowd was tough to please. A decade that was arguably the pinnacle of American hardcore (post, power-violence, and punk crossovers included) with bands like Infest, Earth Crisis, and Converge leading the front, called for at least 4-5 bodies to command attention. Five meant a full sound. Three-pieces like Shellac, Steel Pole Bathtub, and Melt Banana were considered stripped-down. So when twosomes Jucifer and Iron Lung formed beside their crowded contemporaries no one knew what to think." 

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COSTA MESA IS DOOMED: BEDEVILED BY BEDEMON AT DAY I OF PSYCHO CALIFORNIA FEST

"Usually, Costa Mesa is quiet—our cab driver was an 82-year-old golfer, and cops politely offer directions you didn't even ask for. This weekend, though, the motel down the street from The Observatory belongs to metalheads. There's a necklace made of bones at the bottom of the pool, crushed Tecates in those tiny bins meant for toenail clippings, and Earth said they're having a party in their room. The inaugural edition of Psycho California Fest has come to town, and we're all doomed."

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PSYCHO CALIFORNIA DAY II REPORT: CAUGHT IN A SINISTER HAZE BY THE THE ALMIGHTY POWER OF SLEEP

"Remember those late-night creep shows that wouldn't let you sleep as a child? Day two of Psycho California kind of started out like that, in a fuzzy insomniac haze induced by the shrill cry of Acid Witch's cackling pipe organ and gory samples. Promoting their latest EP, Midnight Movies, the trio set the stoned pace for the main stage before eventually giving way to DC psych heathens Dead Meadow. Sending the room down a gnarly rabbit hole where three-eyed critters die in peace, Dead Meadow played familiar songs off their self-titled LP, reminding everyone exactly why they bought the vinyl version back at the dawn of the millenium."

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ART BASEL: DAY 0

"This Monday, November 30th, marked the beginning of Miami's week long art-attack. 'Til the sixth of December international artists flock between Wynwood and Miami Beach, sieving through galleries and pop-up concepts-- the whack, the damn decent, and the incredible."

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THIS IS MEANT TO HURT YOU (JUST LIKE YOUR EX DID)

"This Is Meant To Hurt You shines in big, white neon by the front desk where a 'No Vacancy' placard rests. This is The Royal Budget Inn's first showcase, and likely its finest moment in art history.

It’s Friday night and pulling up in a ‘78 Mustang never felt more appropriate. Her original paint is chipping, and the fuel pump needs to be replaced, but it seems as though this ol’ whip has visited the motel off 74th and Biscayne before—maybe back in the 80s, when carefully curated scents and lewdly-elegant photography didn’t dwell in the motel’s freshly primed rooms."

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[PREMIERE] SO MUCH FOR ‘LA LA LAND,’ HERE'S HOW HOLLYWOOD REALLY FEELS

Courtney Love called it out with Hole’s hit "Celebrity Skin"—“it’s all so sugarless/ hooker, waitress, model, actress/ oh just go nameless,” because even in 1998, jaded Tinsel Town performers were nothing new.

There’s no doubt the Hollywood actor’s struggle is an American cliché. Identity crises, method-acting meltdowns, and the ever-wavering ego, are all symptoms of a regrettably attractive industry. Clemy Clarke, the French LA resident, SCAD alum, and the co-creator of the Hollywood web series, premiering today on The Creators Project, agrees that actors do manage to “survive in [this] extremely hostile but magical place," but not without its challenges. "When I started developing the project,” she explains, “it was clear to me that I wanted to focus on the most terrifying stage for actors: the casting call.”

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