When he's not covering the best indie rock music in America, Douglas Martin is throwing steel chairs at heels.
Douglas Martin is half Birdman, half Michael Keaton as Birdman Much in the tradition of the band from which they sprang — the still-sorely-missed Women (still-sorely-missed by me, that is) –– Viet Cong is a band rooted in darkness. It’s safe to say any band with the chutzpah to name themselves Viet Cong probably aren’t going to be adjoined […]
Douglas Martin kicks the tires on Amen Dunes' cover of a beloved tune by Tim Buckley and This Mortal Coil
Douglas Martin examines the band with more aliases than Method Man, Parquet Courts, and their new album as their pseudonym Parkay Quarts
Douglas Martin pines over the latest dish from Liz Harris' pseudonym
Douglas Martin loves board games. The Mantles may have been borne out of the same dive bar garage-rock boom that swept the San Francisco Bay area before high rents and tech yuppies forced most of them out, but they’ve always had this sweetness about them that belies their peers. I’m not sure if it’s Michael […]
  Douglas Martin knows what you did last summer at the Jetty. In the Year of Our Lord 2014, Noah is still the humble shepherd forced with the task of leading whatever we refer to as “indie music” to the fabled promised land. Whereas most of Tomboy felt more subdued and its best moments either […]
Fellow sartorialist Douglas Martin looks back at Interpol's second album (with no tie clip)