Sasha Hecht

Some music just isn't meant for standard-issue Apple earbuds.

The new visuals for "Hittin' Lixx" find KP eschewing Manic Pixie Dream Girl for Girl, Interrupted.

Touching on the devious, the esoteric, and the I'm-afraid-but-also-kind-of-turned-on-right-now.

MBV. My Bloody Valentine. Really, that's all we should have to say to dissolve your brain into a technicolor puddle of sound and fury, but we'll elaborate…

Listen to D-Unit's new brain-scrambler, "Bumpy Road," and hold yourself. You're going to be OK.

The best bands are the ones that just about ruin your life.

We already know that music festivals are maybe the worst possible environment for a budding romance, and still, people are treating the pre-headliner Port-a-Potty line like their own personal Bunny Ranch lineup.

Like "Where are your parents?" and "What the fuck?"

We interrupted frontman George Clarke's strip club brunch buffet to talk 'Sunbather,' rap, and the prettiest men in metal.

Unlike an actual nude beach, the grit on this summer jangler is nestled into all the *right* places.

Noisey fam/Rap Game Pippi Longstocking fights back against the reviled Nightlife Creeper and pulls no punches.

Or if they're rentals.