From the Lazy Editor Archives: Emma appreciates the Shanghai treasure that is Cold Fairyland.
In which Mache infiltrates the Expo and buzzes around the city like a musical hummingbird, then crash lands onto her couch in a blaze of DVDs.
We’re not in Jing’An (or Xuhui, Luwan, or Changning, for that matter) anymore, Toto.
You could tell from the extravagant outfits all around, from the amount of flesh exposed, or from the panic on the bartenders’ faces. The sprawling crowd that incubated in such a feverish atmosphere was going to be mental, possibly like few before…
In which the Stegosaurus? hype finally eases. For a time. ENCORE!
Good Jivezilla demolishes Yuyintang with chords of doom.
Here is an exclusive review of the South by Southwest Music Conference in general, and the Maybe Mars shows there in particular, by Francis Tseng, Layabozi’s new writer and special reporter on the event.
A review of the Secret Machines show at MAO Livehouse by the smitten Sara.