It’s another great week for ska, and here’s a roundup of some new songs (and one album) out this week that we highly recommend checking out. New Haven ska-punk vets Sgt. Scag have been at it since the ...

The post Rob Harvilla on ’90s Music, Ska Erasure, and the Defining Songs of the 2000s: Podcast appeared first on Consequence. As the host of 60 Songs That Explain the ’90s, Harvilla has explored quite ...

Ska never went away, but there’s more widespread interest for the genre right now than there has been in a while. Nostalgia tends to move in 20-ish year cycles and it’s been about two decades since ...

It’s impossible to talk about ska in 2023 without talking about Jer Hunter — but not many people are talking about ska. Jer is trying to change that. The 28-year-old first found the genre as a kid, ...

Aaron Carnes fell in love with ska music in the early ’90s. Skankin’ Pickle was his favorite, but the list of bands he listened to in the genre was extensive: MU330, Blue Meanies, Suicide Machines, ...

This year marks the 25th anniversary of the East Coast F U tour. In 1999, hardcore band H20 from New York and punk band The Bouncing Souls from New Jersey embarked on this tour, which helped spread ...

A look at the new book In Defense Of Ska and a network of artists giving the oft-maligned genre a fresh burst of life When Aaron Carnes began research for his book nearly a decade ago, he didn’t ...

Derrick Morgan is a legend — a rougher than rough, tougher than tough, onetime rude boy who helped shape the sound of ska in the 1960s. Singing braggadocious tunes and loving duets for more than 60 ...

Pauline Black of ska royalty The Selecter performing at the 10th Supernova International Ska Festival in Virginia. (Credit: Heather Augustyn) It might sound like the plot of a movie. You know the one: ...

On this week’s episode of In Defense of Ska, members of ska supergroup Mutiny — Efrem Schulz (Death by Stereo, Voodoo Glow Skulls), Chris Ruckus (Dissidente), and Mike Cambra (Death by Stereo, ...

I was still bleary-eyed from another night of poor sleep courtesy of the last eleven or so hellish months. A cigar was tucked in the corner of my mouth, and I sullenly looked for my left house shoe so ...