Jan 13, 2011 By Laura Studarus Web Exclusive

The Phantom Band recently recorded an exclusive video tour diary for Under the Radar More

Dec 17, 2010 By Frank Valish Web Exclusive

For the first installment of what I hope will be many explorations of musics vast and diverse, this indie-rock fan takes on Rob Halford in Allentown, PA. The result: grime and auditory bludgeon. More

Nov 05, 2010 By Quinn Walker Web Exclusive

One of the most memorable gaming experiences I have growing up is the incomparable awesomeness of the play designing graphically challenged Playmaker Football. I would look forward to waking up early after a sleepover with my best friend George in order to sneak into his dad's room after he had left for work, and spend hours constructing plays specifically aimed at demolishing the ones George had used on me the previous day. More

Nov 04, 2010 By Emma Pollock Web Exclusive

When I was in my early teens, just starting high school, I was a huge fan of music, but listening mainly to chart music-Nik Kershaw, Duran Duran etc. I would sit religiously at the side of the radio every Sunday afternoon engrossed in the Top 40 chart rundown, singing along to the hits with the aid of inaccurate lyrics published by one of the popular teen magazines. More

Oct 01, 2010 By Aaron Espinoza Web Exclusive

So, I was an only child, with no older brothers or sisters to get me into stuff. The closest influence I had growing up in the mid ’80s was my best friend David’s older brother Matt.   More

Sep 30, 2010 By Brian Campbell Web Exclusive

During my first year at high school, most of the other kids in our year were subjected to regular humiliating experiences by the older kids such as heads being flushed down the toilet, dinner money being taken from them, and other subtle forms of torture. My friend and I managed to escape such horrifying events due to our childhood obsession. We had an ace up our sleeve. We could recite verbatim full episodes of the TV show The Young Ones. More

Sep 27, 2010 By Mark Redfern

When I was 10, I sprouted a planter's wart deep in the heel of my left foot. Weight-bearing activities became painful. I had to go under the knife. So my mom took me to the hospital, and I sat upon a bed covered with loud paper while a nurse anesthetized my leg from the calf down, then a doctor dug in with a drill and removed my planter's wart. More

Sep 16, 2010 By Stuart Braithwaite Web Exclusive

The 1980s were fucking shit in Scotland. Our country was governed by a party that no one here elected who’s main objective was to defecate on us from a great height. The music that we were force-fed was anemic, bland constipated crap that sucked the very soul from your being. Even former gods like David Bowie were making records that sounded like they had been shat out of the anus of the bland monster. More

Sep 13, 2010 By James Milne Web Exclusive

On those aimless beautiful ’80s Friday evenings when I wasn’t left under the control of some dreaded babysitter, there was a genre of television show that never failed to stir the nagging martial passions of boyhood. Playing at the dangerous and exciting hour of 9:30 p.m., and coming with warnings of violence and requirements of parental guidance, this genre was the Man-Alone-Against-Formidable-Forces-of-Evil-Aided-Only-By-Unimaginably-Cool-Piece-of-Technology-(or-Remarkable-Skills-In-the-Employment-of-Regular-Household-Goods-to-Defeat-Aforementioned-Formidable-Forces)-Action-Show.

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