A bout a year ago, Lifeguard had an epiphany. They’d been hammering away on a 10-minute noise suite in their hometown of Chicago, layering waves of improvised cacophony into a fearsome slab of sound ...
Asher Case hunkered down in the backseat of the car with an X-Acto knife. As the miles between Chicago and New York fell away, Lifeguard’s bassist cut and assembled J-cards for a limited run of ...
A giant earwig jabs her pincers toward the three members of Lifeguard in a loud, snapping motion. Singer-bassist Asher Case, 17, turns away and shudders at the sound. “Oh, this one’s fucked,” says ...
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