My Left Tit are nine bored, horny friends in Queens who decided to start a band. What other rea­sons do you need, really? At the moment, they’re less an actual “band” than a wad of inside jokes and fake back­sto­ries. But they’re casu­ally tal­ented and glee­fully vulgar, and beneath their smutty odes to dicks and queefs […]

Truly, Joanna Newsom just don’t give a fucc, and all the non-musical details that accu­mu­late around her per­sona like so much space junk are actu­ally pretty inter­esting. Weird harp-toting Ren-Fair space cadet, but one who’s sort of a fashion plate? A babe, basi­cally, and one with a com­mand of lan­guage and meter so com­plete it […]

With all the dis­man­tling of worker-benefits here at girl­pants, evil cigar-chomping mogul Ben came in and told me I had to write some­thing, then laughed until his belly shook. Have you ever seen a cor­pu­lent CEO try and fit into girl­pants? Strangely sub­lime. So, onwards. Autumn Shade, aside from being the best-worst fic­ti­tious Jade Tree […]

Hey girl­pants­ke­teers, long time no talk. There’s been some cor­po­rate restruc­turing going on (we now belong to a secret inter­na­tional cabal, so sweet), and one unfor­tu­nate side effect is that the staff has been flung to the far cor­ners of the earth. I think Niina is in Canada, com­posing the new Finnish national epic. Joel, […]