It’s 26 below 0. The bouncer’s beard is full of ice as he collects cover, but stepping inside the Capital it’s warm – and busy. Onstage singing visceral songs of heartbreak and loneliness backed by shimmering, dreamy guitars, Vulva Culture has transfixed the audience. Though sad and slow music is often associated with a night alone as opposed a night out, the band still excites and connects with the crowd. Continue reading The Sisterhood of Vulva Culture →