Gig Reviews

From her debut album to her latest release, Mitski has proven time and time again how much of a prolific songwriter, artist, and performer she can be. Sarah was there at her Central Park show on  September 8th, to photograph her fantastic final performance before hiatus.

FIDLAR and France Camp were playing and Adam was there documenting the wild experience. Take a read of his gig review while you check out some photos from that night.

Japanese Breakfast's first of two back-to-back shows in NYC featured Palehound and Hand Habits. It was stunning. Our review:

Sarah attended the Brooklyn date of Mom Jeans tour with Just Friends, Awakebutsillinbed and Retirement Party. Read her thoughts on the show and view her photos.

Jeff Rosenstock and Chris Farren write skyscraping punk songs about feeling like emotional rubble. Read our review of their stellar set in Pittsburgh last Saturday.

Just Friends' explosive set was one of our favorite moments at FEST. Check out Eli Enis' review of the gig and browse through some of Joey Tobin's fabulous photos.

Kory Gregory of P Daddy hosted the last ever show at his parent's house (the Ice House) on Labor Day. Kississippi and Ratboys played, too. It was a banger. Check out our review + photos of the gig.

At Secret Project Robot in Bushwick, Brooklyn, Big Ups had their album release show for their new record, 'Two Parts Together'. Read Sarah's review of the show and photos with openers Lvl Up, Water From Your Eyes and Human People.

The “Time + Space” tour stopped at Warsaw in NYC with a lineup of amazing performers on the bill: Turnstile, Touché Amore, Culture Abuse, Razor Bumps and Nosebleed. The show was an exponential curve of energy. Take a look at our review along with some photos from the show.

Check out Zac Gelfand's write-up and Rebecca Kaveler's photos from The Wonder Years' recent headlining show in NYC.

Jeff Rosenstock's final night of tour with Martha and Bad Moves highlighted the difference between a good and a great punk show.

Melkbelly's set last night in Pittsburgh is impossible to describe in musical terms, but it definitely buzzed, whirred, and stung.