On their new record, the band explores self-criticism and problematic faves.
The new project from members of Lisa Prank, Tacocat, and Chastity Belt is blazing a path for romcom-core.
On You Can Call Me Papa, the electronic artist delves into dreams, fate, and femininity.
Amid concerns of a growing fascist presence in local clubs, bookers, bartenders, and musicians are swapping strategies to stop hate.
A complete calendar of this weekend’s LGBTQ events.
The group plays with cacti and candle wax in a tactile visual outing.
On “I Used to Spend So Much Time Alone,” the band explores post-loner life.
Directed by Anissa Amalia, “fuuuck // Dream” waltzes through an otherworldly realm.
The Seattle four-piece are the ‘anti-Metallica,’ but their new album is heavy in its own way.
On ‘Tether,’ the mutant pop duo tackles the service industry, Frappuccinos, and a commodified Seattle.
The band stretches their skills with some help from Veruca Salt on their new EP.
Seattle’s Michete and guest Shamir drop a deliciously angry pop anthem.
Sassyblack and Taylar Elizza Beth kick off an exciting new performance series at the Laser Dome.
The absurdist Seattle-produced show features challenges like ‘High-Rise Condo or New Age Band?’
May 2016 be forgot (as soon as possible, please). These festivities will help with that.
Capitol Hill’s mystic rocker shares her wants for the season.
For Bekah Zietz’s company, it’s all about community.
The Afro-Cuban-inspired ‘Black Trash/White House’ is an entomological ode to self-acceptance.
The shop’s aesthetic: “bizarre opulence.”
Plus—it’s got lots of glitter.
Nightspace’s sophomore release might be their creepiest yet.
What’s next for the space formerly known as Cairo? Whatever you want.
At a hefty 11” by 14”, with thick, glossy pages, this isn’t your average zine.
