The store's interior in happier times.The Hospital Productions store at 60 E. Third Street is no more, according to reports by East Village Radio and EV Grieve (which has photos of the storefront bearing a "For Rent" sign). The store, a physical extension of Dominick Fernow's identically name ... More >>
Cold Cave w/Austra Bowery Ballroom Saturday, August 6 Better than: Keeping it all inside. Tortured, downtrodden, and fashionable, Cold Cave has dug deep and thoroughly into the ever-resurfacing chasm of 80's nostalgia. Their blend of gothic new wave, industrial, and synthed-out disco has ... More >>
via Hydra Head RecordsA figurehead of the New York noise scene and tireless agony enthusiast, Dominick Fernow is a record label owner, record store proprietor and synth molester for Cold Cave. But he cut his blood-caked teeth with Prurient, a sadistic power-electronics therapy session that le ... More >>
Iceage make their U.S. debut
Reading, music, and PBR with Max G. Morton and friends
You'll never be this young again. Surfer Blood photo by Rebecca Smeyne.You feel sorry for Surfer Blood, you really do. It's CMJ Tuesday, there's some invisible wheel turning, and when you walk into the basement of Cake Shop at 4:30pm on a sunny afternoon you all of a sudden know where the arr ... More >>
Celestia leave their lair in France for their first U.S. show
Martin MyersFriend of SOTC Max G. Morton and his band, Cold Cave, have signed to Matador records. Cold Cave, which has expanded from its early days as a Philadelphia-based domestic project for Morton and Heartworm proprietor Wes Eisold to something more dynamic and inclusive (the band now inc ... More >>
In 2009, the traditional practice of exchanging physical copies of records for money is a trade that might best be called quixotic. But New Yorkers are stubborn people, and the record store is not dead. Below, the top ten records that actually sold in the last week at a store near you. The shades ... More >>
A mother-and-son reunion bridges public radios finest and NYC noises grittiest
Supreme discomfort (and love, and togetherness) fills the racks of the East Village's finest noise-rock palace
A plague of noise bands attacks New York City from deep underground
