What makes a song “industrial?” It’s a question we’ve often pondered this past week at Consequence throughout our ongoing celebration of the genre. Harsh and liberal use of distortion; the ...

Take a listen to the title track of The Center Won't Hold, their ninth LP and our recent feature album. It begins with low distorted bass and clanking metallic percussion. It’s sparse and ominous ...

Industrial music is relevant all over again. Amidst the music industry’s infatuation with retro sounds, revivals and the general rehashing of old ideas, industrial is once again positioned as a music ...

I was nine years old in 1993, putting me firmly in the “Elder Millennial” category. The big screen version of Super Mario Bros. was one of my most anticipated of that year, right behind Jurassic Park ...

Getting your Trinity Audio player ready... Industrial music lives in the fringe here in the U.S., but it remains a popular force in Europeits birthplace. Denver’s gothic-industrial community is quiet ...

It’s the first film to piece together the roots and origins of industrial music, and it screens at the Museum of Contemporary Art Detroit on Wednesday. "Industrial Soundtrack for the Urban Decay" is ...

Industrial music is such a vague, broad term. But in general, one might imagine a typical sound attached to it. Yet there are countless subgenres of Industrial, and the lines between these types of ...

As with many of the genres we've so far spotlighted for our long-running “Don't Know Shit” series, were we sub-genre snobs and ever so slightly insane, we could take “industrial” music and chop it up ...

Unlock access to every one of the hundreds of articles published daily on BroadwayWorld by logging in with one click. Thirty-five years in the making, a documentary film exploring the birth, rise, ...

Noise is not for everybody. Some people hear a jackhammer on the street corner and promptly cover their ears; others hear a subsonic melody and random harmonic movement in the staccato repetition of ...

On a quiet block just west of Halsted Street in Bridgeport, a former funeral home now houses a collection of memories — both physical and emotional — so niche, so random, it almost shouldn’t exist.