An illustration of my face by my friend Sarah.


The exhausting, suffocating, feral, & sweat-covered joy of shouting with Idles

On Friday evening, in San Francisco’s Great American Music Hall, I survived an evening with my current favorite motley crew of Bristol shouters, and their opening act, the greatest band in the world.

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This riff has been in my head

Covering this Queens of the Stone Age track was the only way I could get it to leave my brain.

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