A bar in Madison, a band called Flat Atom, and a single beer that changed everything. Two decades later, Recluse Studios is a rat-rod skunkworks building local-first audio software with the philosophy that the tool should belong to you.

When you spend $50,000 on a car, you test drive it first. When you need a $50,000 power wheelchair, insurance hands you a brochure, refuses to cover basic independent living features like seat elevation, and leaves you praying the custom seat cushion doesn’t destroy your hips for the next five years. Here is the absolute absurdity of trying to buy a modern mobility device in America.

Political campaign ads run on deliberate misinformation and emotional spin. Examining election advertising standards, AI panic narratives, medical guidelines, computing infrastructure needs, and official USDA farmland data cuts through the noise.

We have GPUs capable of real-time ray-traced physics at 240Hz, but our desktop operating systems are artificially lobotomized so nobody accidentally breaks anything. From the Gibson in Hackers to Penelope Garcia’s command deck, Hollywood gave us a vision of computing as a high-touch craft—before big tech sanded down every sharp edge for the lowest common denominator.

We sat down with Morningstar frontwoman Amber Swenor for an unfiltered conversation about their explosive new single “Free,” hitting the stage at Rock Fest 2025, and Amber’s new book Unleashed. As always, no edits, just real talk.

A couple of weeks ago, I had the absolute pleasure of sitting down with Brian Klein from Dusk of Grey to talk about his brand-new album, In The End—and let me tell you, it was an incredible conversation you won’t want to miss! Below, you’ll find the raw, unedited, and unprocessed interview—no filters, just a … Read more

last week I had a chance to talk to Dave about The Collective here’s our entire conversation.

Hey everybody, how are things going by Self Titled Album has a new record out. The Unicorn Tornado and The Blood Moon Goddess I’ve been jamming on it for a couple weeks I really like it. We will be playing it and it’s entirety this week on the program. I had the opportunity to talk … Read more

The headlights are blinding, the carbines are leveled, and the first major arc of the Driftless resistance has hit the end of the line. Station Zero is stepping away from the mic for a brief maintenance cycle—here is when the signal cuts back through the static for Book Two.

The back door of the Checker Marathon swung open. Static, the German Shepherd, didn’t jump out. Two Aegis contractors stepped into the blinding spotlight, their weapons already raised and leveled at Cronauer’s chest. Cronauer froze, his boots planted in the mud, the engine of the GS ticking in the white glare. He slowly turned his head, his eyes locking onto Audrey behind him as the realization struck like a physical punch to the throat. The coordinates hadn’t been found. They had been given.

“We change the scale,” Cronauer said, his voice dropping into the deep, authoritative broadcast resonance he’d spent thirty years anchoring. “Joy Luebke and Eli are building a massive structural mast on Nottingham Ridge right now. If you stay here, you save one room until they lock your cage. If you come with me, we broadcast your medical logs, your triage data, and your pharmaceutical protocols to every ham operator and survivor from La Crosse to Madison. You can be a prisoner, or you can heal the whole valley from the sky.”

The plastic syringe she had been holding slipped from her numb fingers, hitting the floorboards with a dull, hollow click. Audrey just stared at him, her face completely drained of color, looking at a man who was supposed to be a ghost thousands of miles away. In the tight, amber-lit alcove of a leaking riverside shelter, the weight of three decades and the raw trauma of what they had lost before the sky went dark came crashing back into the frequency.

A gritty blend of blues, post-punk, and gothic soul — The Holy Knives deliver two releases that hit hard, haunt deep, and somehow make housecleaning an emotional experience. This is alt-blues for the modern age, and it’s absolutely worth the spin.

Two albums, ten years apart — yet completely intertwined. Heads and Tails from Basement Alchemy are a masterclass in cinematic indie rock evolution, and I didn’t even know what I was ordering when I bought them.

Imagine if you will a world where Heavy Metal was the driving force not just behind music but the very economy. If you can’t imagine that for one your imagination is lame but it’s already been imagined for you.Brendon Small envisioned this in his animated masterpiece Metalocalypse. In the show a band called Dethklok essentially … Read more

We have some exciting news for you. Our friend. Josh Hollar is joining the team over here at Rolling With Scissors. You may know Josh from the group Self Titled Album. Not only is he a great musician, but he’s got some things to say.  I think we will be a good home for him. … Read more