Aesthetically, My Dear Disco’s Dancethink LP seems to harp on every synth-pop cliche that has emerged in the past couple years. They have “Disco” in their name, have “Dance” in their album title, call vocals...
drmanhattan seems to be a perfect blend of humor, wit, and dirty cynicism.
What do you get when you put two overwhelmed magazine staffers, a few hundred bands, a shit ton of industry people, and a gay horse all together? You get Redefine Magazine’s first SxSW adventure! And though the weekend was a hot sweaty blur at...
