Mire Lee’s “Black Sun” Invites New Museum Visitors Into a Sweaty, Unwiped Asshole
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Mire Lee’s “Black Sun” Invites New Museum Visitors Into a Sweaty, Unwiped Asshole

Late last month, I nearly passed out at a concert. My senses fuzzed blank, dominated by the earsplitting, hypnotic wrath of the droning cacophony erupting from the stage courtesy of Nordra, the solo project/assault of Zen Mother’s disarmingly petite in contrast to her aural fury, Monika Khot, who opened for Zola Jesus (whose band Khot … Continue reading