Joy C. Ashford
Had a calm, peaceful sophomore fall filled with an appropriate amount of responsibilities and minimal existential crises? Didn’t think so.
The sweaty crowd laden in eyeliner and leather jackets had lined up outside the Boston nightclub to see a sad, goofy Scottish boy play his guitar.
Do SNL’s political skits deserve the moral high ground they’re often given just because they make Trump angry? I’d argue they just make things worse.
BROCKHAMPTON are out to be the best, to “redefine the word ‘boy band,’” and to take on any limited definitions of masculinity the world tries to force on them.