At times, “i, i” feels a lot like staring into a bucket of water and oil—all color and chrome, flashing and changing color haphazardly by the glint of the sun. It’s mesmerizing but unnatural.
“The Big Day” has myriad flaws—inconsistent tone, overlong run time, superfluous features, irritating vocals, poor production—but none are as glaring as Chance’s lack of introspection about being a husband and father.
Reporting from Governors Ball earlier this summer, The Brewer’s Table had a chance to chat with the idiosyncratic genre blenders.
Searching for the ever-enigmatic garage rockers in a Tokyo guitar store proves a circular journey, leading a fan to the source of her love.
Seeing Death Cab live is like flipping through a scrapbook of memories, one that repeatedly transports you back to long-forgotten moments in time.
BROCKHAMPTON’s enigmatic appeal has always stemmed from the feeling that they were communicating a message just out of reach. But with the (rightful) loss of Ameer Vann, they stumbled into an era they were unprepared to interpret.