"It’s frustrating that we’ve been labeled as an alternative hip-hop group, and we ask ourselves, ‘Alternative to what?’"
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DUDLEY DISPATCH: PUTTING THE ‘OVERSIGHT’ IN ROXBURY STRATEGIC MASTER PLAN OVERSIGHT COMMITTEE
It was the sound of people who are miles beyond frustrated.
MAYOR WALSH’S NEW EMISSIONS INITIATIVE REMINDS US OF OUR FAVORITE HILLBILLY PASTIME
With a Northeast liberal like Walsh moving to curb emissions, it’s only a matter of time until conservatives get back to sucking on their tailpipes.
MADLIMPICS: DEPORTED BOSTON WORKER EDITION
MADLIMPICS is a satirical online series by DigBoston in which we take old articles about former Olympics and replace a bunch of the words.
MADLIMPICS: DID THE SUMMER OLYMPICS IN BOSTON REALLY COST $50 BILLION?
MADLIMPICS is a satirical online series by DigBoston in which we take old articles about what an utter disaster former Olympics have been, and replace a bunch of the words ...
PICS & DISPATCH: HARVARD MARCHES EN MASSE IN SOLIDARITY WITH #BLACKLIVESMATTER MOVEMENT
On Friday afternoon, Harvard University students will rally in Harvard Yard to show their support to the grassroots, youth-led movement that started in Ferguson, MO and has spread to the entire country - a movement that objects to racist laws, violent police tactics, and systemic inequality.
SICK BURN: BUDOS BAND LIGHTS A PSYCH ROCK FIRE WITH NEW ALBUM
Burnt Offering takes the Budos Band sound on a detour into heavier, weirder psych-rock territory. When there’s a hooded wizard straight out of Middle Earth holding a lantern on the cover (drawn by drummer Brian Profilio), you should know what you’re in for.
IT’S ALL VERY COSMIC: THE DISPLACED HINDU GODS TRILOGY
In her upcoming series of plays, dubbed the Displaced Hindu Gods Trilogy, playwright Aditi Brennan Kapil—who is half-Indian, half-Bulgarian, and grew up in Sweden before ultimately settling in the US—explores a phenomenon she calls “re-mythologizing.”
BAR HAVOC: OF BOOZE AND BARF
There are a handful of sounds that exist in the universe that only bartenders understand. Our ears are trained to pick these things up from just a few feet off to entire rooms away. Say, the tap-slap of a credit card being placed down after a meal, or the clunk-splash of a 16oz glass being knocked over and spilling. And, of course, the unmistakable sploosh-splat of vomit.
FREE RADICAL: MODERN COLLEGE CULTURE RUINS EVERYTHING
I’m not talking about Ferguson, Missouri. I’m talking about Keene, New Hampshire.