The end is nigh, my friends. After Monday's episode of the sequined acid carnival that is RuPaul’s Drag Race, we are down to the final three, a final three that I find completely unacceptable. Allow me to copy and paste my notes on last night’s elimination for you here: "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO." A lot of O's, I know, but it was an involuntary reflex that could not be suppressed. But before that happened, this episode ... Read More

Last week on RuPaul’s Drag Race, the field was narrowed to the final four at last—except, not. After commanding Dida Ritz to sashay away, Ru announced that Michelle Visage and Santino would be choosing an eliminated queen to return this week. Oh, goody. Sadly, it was not Willam (who was weirdly named as eligible even though she broke the rules), but little Kenya Michaels upon whom this honor was bestowed. Eh, it could have been ... Read More

Ever since Niki and the Dove’s debut EP popped up in the BUST office last fall, I’ve been dying to see them live (and blasting their spacey, technicolor dance pop on repeat at the gym). Last week at the Under the Radar day party, I managed to catch one of their many sets at SXSW, and they absolutely lived up to the hype I’d been building in my head for months. The rest of the crowd seemed to feel the same, because Niki and ... Read More

Seeing Zola Jesus at the beginning of a festival like SXSW is a perilous activity, because the singer's so good at her job that you might end up holding the rest of the performers to an impossibly high standard. The first time I saw Zola Jesus was last year, on the first night of CMJ, and I spent the subsequent four days complaining that every other band was terrible. Last week at the Fader Fort, she was the final performer of the day, ... Read More

Every year, the Fader Fort at SXSW is a watershed event for festival goers, particularly those with small wallets and no badges. Last week’s edition was as insane as ever, with enough free beer to keep you tipsy for four days’ worth of indie hip-hop acts and experimental punk bands. I came, admittedly, for the free beer, and also to see Zola Jesus, about whom I will never stop rhapsodizing. But the Fader Fort is like Hotel ... Read More