There’s abundant courage required to redefine oneself at the peak, but with no way to go up any further without the invention of something to fly on, the only choice remaining is to promptly head — or painfully fall — back down to Earth. Over the last five years, the…

Take a little bad boy glam, add a string of falsetto perfection, blend it into a filmic nonreality, cut jet black with neon color, and stamp it with the exclamation point of a panty-dropping, face-melting guitar solo. In that artistic space, JMSN’s cinematographic marathon, Love 2 U, beams. Like a…

There is quickly a point at which recreating cultural imagery can take on a cultural identity itself. Art these days boasts nothing if not myriad possibilities, especially for artists who’ve got the touch. The re-envisioning, the process, the curating of a style not quite ever explored before, yet under the…

Pink Siifu wanted to make an album that reminded him of the music he and his crew used to listen to while cruising through the country towards Birmingham. He wants you to play it loudly. He doesn’t want to be put in a box. Pink Siifu decided to make GUMBO’! …

There’s abundant courage required to redefine oneself at the peak, but with no way to go up any further without the invention of something to fly on, the only choice remaining is to promptly head — or painfully fall — back down to Earth. Over the last five years, the…

Much of art, music, and culture at large becomes unnecessarily categorized. It’s the fault of journalism — of which we are undoubtedly a part of — to put effort towards defining the kind of indefinable qualities that make humans human — that make the arts art. Expression of the human…

A sun-soaked reminiscence has always tethered the auditory aesthetic of California soulstress, Joyce Wrice not only to the Golden State, but to the Golden Era. It’s not to say that she’s not a figment of Neo-Soul modernity — having been a collaborative name and a standalone artist on the rise…

From the very beginning, it’s obvious that Kota — as he so fervently addresses in his opening lines — is in a different place — ‘ain’t the Kota that you first met’ — compared to the one we’ve come to know through his prolific last four years. Yet, through a…

There is an undeniable discourse to the framework of Chicago’s hip-hop history. And more than any other nuance towards the past, present, and future of Windy City rap is a nod to what has long been described as conscious. Rap for social causes; rap for movements; rap with an inspiring…