BY BUST Magazine
on Oct 21, 2014
It was music for the kids in high school who wore worn-out Converse and an air of nonchalance. They didn’t smoke like the others, but drank coffee like water, and listened to Sleater-Kinney with the same kind of aggression. Most were unabashedly convinced they were the only ones the band were singing to.
Comprised of Corin Tucker, Carrie Brownstein and Janet Weiss, Sleater-Kinney became enmeshed in the northwest punk scene of the early '90s. Read More
Sleater–Kinney had a twelve-year career with seven epic albums; they exuded raw, riot grrrl energy everywhere they toured. The band received high praise from Rolling Stone for “pushing rock to the boiling point,” and Rob Sheffield called them, “America’s best punk band. EVER.” Not counting their 2013 reunion (joining Pearl Jam to cover Neil Young), it has been eight years since fans have had pure Sleater-Kinney goodness.
However, the people at Sub Pop Records are giving fans a real gift. On Oct. Read More
BY Tess Duncan
on Dec 06, 2013
Rose Windows is much more than a “psychedelic” rock band. This septet fuses folk, jazz, and blues to craft a sound that shows off the Seattleites’ penchant for weird-wave instrumentation and haunting group harmonies. Rabia Qazi provides soaring, soulful vocals alongside Veronica Dye who plays one mean flute. Their debut LP The Sun Dogs was released in June on ultimate indie label Sub Pop, and features some strange, epic ballads reminiscent of ‘60s and ‘70s classic rock greats. Read More
BY BUST Magazine
on Nov 22, 2013
As the daughter of Sub Pop co-founder Bruce Pavitt, I was raised on the stories of grunge lore. Tales of criss-crossing the country in dilapidated tour vans full of sweaty rockstar hopefuls, record signings at legendary stores like Rough Trade in England, members of Pussy Galore being frightened when greeted by our pet pygmy goat; Kurt Cobain smashing his guitar and leaping off speaker towers. Our family photo albums show a very chubby baby on tour in Japan and Spain with the likes of Seaweed and the Supersuckers, screeching in the faces of heavily bearded rock stars. Read More