Do you remember where you were when you heard that U.S. troops had withdrawn from Afghanistan in 2021? I recall that moment in my high school civics class, arguing against my male peers that we simply could not expect to invade a country, prop up its government for twenty years, and then leave without expecting that system to stand without our aid.

There’s really no way to follow up an album like Brat.

Best known for his horror video game playthrough videos on YouTube, Mark Fischbach, aka Markiplier, makes his debut on the silver screen with Iron Lung, an indie horror movie inspired by the game of the same title.

Sorry, Baby stands out because of its thoughtful, empathetic handling of sexual assault and refusal to minimize survivors to the sum of their painful experiences.

In the midst of controlled chaos, cooks peel mountains of vegetables, maids repolish tables and mantels, and the housekeeper, Mrs. Wilson, calls orders and organizes the humongous household, creating a serene environment by the time Lady Bridgerton arrived in her high-waisted silk dress and perfectly coiled curls. No thanks were offered to Mrs. Wilson nor any of the servants.

If I see Benson Boone do a backflip one more time, I will lose it. The only mystical and magical thing about new music today is how much I hate it—or at least, how much I hate the Grammys.

Is your attention span too short to read a sixteen-page magazine without something else playing in your ears? Have you ever wished that you could discover the music and media that INDY writers cover all in one place? Look no further than this very Suggests...

This Moby-Dick-inspired, hauntingly beautiful, and more musically expansive look into Duckart’s psyche is a sullen epic that further emphasizes the simple beauty of Searows’ songwriting.

In an oversaturated music scene, it can be overwhelming to find new music. Sometimes, though, the best kept secrets are right on your doorstep.

In 2023, Mandy, Indiana crash landed onto the music scene with “Pinking Shears:” French poetry, cymbals, toms, and synths echoed like they were recorded in a cave–because they were.