Woods, with their love of knit hats, flannel, and an unabashed love for the Grateful Dead, are pretty much your prototype indie rock folk band. And that’s even before you consider that they run a label called Woodsist, host an annual folk festival in Big Sur (in partnership with a group called “(((folkYEAH! ))),” because, folk yeah! ), and release an album full of falsetto-led dingy, weird, and spacey psychedelic folk rock nearly every year.
A$AP Rocky is tired. In the back of a black van rolling down Houston Street, the 24-year-old Harlem rapper answers questions about his childhood, worldview, and art through tired, sagging eyes. He gives his head a violent shake to prevent himself from dozing off mid-sentence. After a moment, he pauses,...