Interviews

I knew about Bleubird. I've been watching his videos and interviews for years. He's interviewed some of my favorite people who also happen to be rappers. I love his fucking take on life like I love horchata. And I fucking love horchata. When we pulled into Shakopee, MN the Freeebird was parked right outside. I knew I recognized the logo of Grimm Image and I thought for sure I knew the hippie fuck who drove that fucker all over the fucking country. Twenty minutes later I introduce myself. Two hours later we're doing a fucking interview in the back of the Freeebird and my respect for the dude climbed 733 Canadian cock lengths into black guy territory (yes, cock humor. You like?). Watch and listen as a squirrelly Canadian rapper tells us why his life is so much cooler than yours and all he...

It was my first time, interviewing an artist that is, and I had a million things running through my mind as I awaited The Elected's front man Blake Sennett to show up at Home in Silverlake. Was I going to freeze up? Was he going to be a total prick? Would there be that awkward first date silence where you both look at each other waiting for the other person to say something? After all, I have been listening to Blake Sennett's music, whether it is with Rilo Kiley or The Elected, for over 10 years now, so the last thing I wanted was to meet someone whose music I respect and love so much to not live up to what I envisioned in my head. This was the first direct contact I was going to have with a member of Rilo Kiley, if you don't count me bumping elbows at Coachella in 2009 with Jenny Lewis...

I enjoy people who enjoy whatever endeavor they are undertaking. Far too often I encounter people who are so put upon by everything even if that thing is something they supposedly love, like making music. This is why I love the band Walk the Moon, their joy and excitement about the music they get to make emanates from every track and every video. I stumbled on their amazing debut album I want! I want! by mere happenstance when I was looking for more info on another band whose name I can't recall. This is probably because my search ended when I stumbled on their video for Anna Sun. Anna Sun is such an infectious ditty that it manages to find its way into my head even if I haven't listened to the album in a few weeks. We can all count our blessings that years...

I have written extensively on my love for the band Here We Go Magic, so instead of rehashing the fellating I decided to steal a page from the Trekkie fan base and delve into some fan fiction. So without further adieux I give you Here We Go Magic in: Night School. Lancaster County is known for three things; it's large Scandinavian population, having the world's largest steam organ and high grade bath salts, the drug not the sensual caplets of scented oil. Most of the people here could best be described as having average skin and below average education. This is probably because the high school is located near the town's sewage plant or as the kids call it "Make Out Mountain". It is where 8 out of every 10 children conceived in Lancaster county is conceived at "Make Out Mountain. Due to the...

Well Hung Heart made their way into my loins when Del sent me a video of them covering Creep from the Head of Radio. Ever since then I've been using them as sexual instigative tools to get the wifey to let me poke the poop chute. I'm sorry to report that I haven't hit the penetration point just yet, but a few more weeks years millenium of missing the correct hole and I'll have my sphincter -experience JUST YOU WAIT. Well Hung Heart have captivated my holes of my ears of my body and I'm ready to share that addiction with the rests of the planeted. WHH are as fucking cool as they are fucking talented, and I wager 7 pence that in the next year or so you'll all be thanking SYFFAL for telling you about them. Sex tied to raw meat and flung into the air via a clay pigeon flinger, Well Hung Heart...

I've been a Deftones fan for well over a decade, which says a lot, because I completely lost an interest in new music between 1998-2004, when the Deftones first found their stride. Like most 1997 high school graduates, I assumed the "golden years" of music were behind me. I mean, how could you top the rock/rap scenes of the early to mid '90s? Not only that, but my most basic reliable sources for new music were drying up as well. The local alternative radio station became a Nirvana jukebox, MTV stopped playing music, and with the emergence of Napster, I spent most of my time trying to fill my back catalog of rare '90s gems at a 5 song a day pace. So while I was busy scouring the virus minefields for every single Jane's Addiction b-side ever made, anything new that was kicking any sort of...

I spend a lot more time than I wish I did wondering what in the Fuck is wrong with us. Not so much on a day to day level, but at the core illusion of the world as it's spinning around at this increasingly devious pace. People seem incapable of thinking anymore, I mean really thinking, especially those that are in a public position with the potential to provoke an open dialogue. It's a pitiful shame. It seems that the majority of current minds willing to dive head first into their own fears for the betterment of anyone willing to listen are musicians. SYFFAL is well aware of this personal relationship with music. We love music and we love musicians. Through our fandom we've come to find that the very artists whom inspire us most, also seem to find our site to be a breath of fresh air in a...

Sole continues to march to the beat of his own organic, locally grown, vegan soy patty. While some Fucks use a red beard and an audience to merely listen to themselves talk, Sole is as much a part of his own audience as the people (like me) who cry tears of semen when he walks in the room. He also gets more shit done in a half hour than most rappers get done in an entire season of The Wire. What I didn't know about Sole before this interview, was that he's almost disgustingly human, he doesn't have a chip on his shoulder and that if he did have a chip on his shoulder, more than likely he either made it himself in his mountain top bakery, or bartered some of his homemade oxygen tofu empanadas for it at a farmer's market. While we sat indian style outside his favorite naan eatery on the...

Fake Four, Inc creator and all around bad-ass on the elliptical machine at the local vegetarian gym, Ceschi Ramos has garnered mucho successo over the past few years. Don't let his squishy demeanor fool you though, this guy puts in work like a drag queen tucks. How does a drag queen tuck? In a concentrated, efficient and accentuating the supple backside manner. I look up to Ceschi like a child looks up to a circus performer. Ceschi is on the high wire and I'm eating popcorn waiting for his next move. He is talented in every sense of the word, and I am proud to have called him my pen pal for the past few weeks. Here's hoping we can sustain the ups and downs of a long distance relationship like some other rappers cannot (ahem, Slug). I LOVE YOU CESCHI! NEXT TOFURKEY BURGER IS ON YOU!...

When the homie Rick gave the green light on a Mastodon interview I was stoked! I fucking LOVE Mastodon, which says a lot, because I could give a total fuck about the metal scene in general. I'm never one to equate myself with a “scene”, especially as a 31 year old existing in middle America hell. But DUDE! I fucking LOVE Mastodon. Their music is amazing, loud, melodic, interpretive and overall falls into the one category that I probably enjoy most: BAD FUCKING ASS! Joel & I planned on good-cop / bad-copping this interview, but when I showed up to work pant-less with a fifth of Wild Turkey on empty, and wearing my 7th grade, Riki Rachtman autographed, Headbanger's Ball t-shirt, Joel quickly realized that I WAS NOT up to the task. I don't remember much from this interview...