(An Archival Report by Safe as Fuck) In September 1972, the American counterculture tried to resurrect Woodstock. Instead, it summoned hell on a floodplain. Bull Island was pitched as the Midwest’s Festival of Freedom — a three-day blowout of peace, love, and music. What unfolded instead was a grotesque parody of everything it claimed to stand for: a lawless swamp of starvation, fake drugs, and open flames. By the end, there were 200,000 people, four toilets, and one dead cow. The Myth of...

Safe as Fuck Interview: Beatmool I. Origins Let’s start with the name — “Beatmool.” It’s distinct. Kinda mysterious. What’s the story behind it? Where did it come from? The word first came to me while I was travelling in Croatia. I visited this beautiful rural area and was inspired to produce a track with an English translated name of the location “Greenfall.” My love of liquid drum & bass at the time helped me envision a new project dedicated to that atmospheric, liquid goodness that I love...

Every year, the city produces talent that should be global. Instead, most of it leaves. Not for weather or lifestyle, but because Vancouver structurally fails its own artists. Ambition is punished, creativity is mined for cheap labour, and culture is exported before it ever gets a chance to breathe. This isn’t a lament. It’s a map. From corporate creep to festival marketing absurdity, from the curator class of privileged amateurs to a talent pipeline that literally bleeds into the Pacific —...