RECORDS. SHOWS. NOISE.
THE GUY BEHIND THE NOISE.
I’m Fred. I like loud music, good records, and concerts that leave my ears ringing a little longer than they probably should.
I’ve spent a good portion of my life going to shows, collecting records, discovering bands, and having opinions about all of it. Some warranted. Others probably not.
This isn’t my first attempt at putting those opinions into words.
A LITTLE HISTORY.
Back in the late 2000s and early 2010s, I contributed to Royal Flush Magazine (RFMAG.com), writing under the pseudonym Lil’ Nubi. Yes, Lil’ Nubi. It was a different time. We all made choices.
Royal Flush was an independent magazine with a healthy disregard for convention, covering music, art, pop culture, and just about anything else worth making noise about.
Writing for Royal Flush gave me an outlet to explore music, interview interesting people, and share stories without feeling obligated to take everything so seriously.
Eventually, life happened, and the writing took a back seat.
The music never did.
SO, WHY FRED.?
Years later, I’m still buying records, attending concerts, taking pictures, and discovering music worth talking about. The only real difference is that now my back occasionally reminds me how long I’ve been doing it.
FRED. is my way of getting back to something I genuinely enjoyed.
Based in New Jersey, the site covers live shows, album reviews, music news, and the independent scenes throughout NJ, New York City, Brooklyn, Philadelphia, and wherever else the music takes me.
I’m particularly interested in the smaller bands, independent venues, record stores, and people who keep music culture alive without needing an algorithm to tell them it’s worthwhile.
You won’t find manufactured enthusiasm, obligatory praise, or reviews written to keep somebody’s publicist happy.
If I love something, I’ll tell you.
If I don’t, I’ll probably tell you that, too.
FRED WAS THERE.
The name says it all.
I want to experience the music, not just read a press release about it. Sometimes that means standing in a packed club. Other times it’s a stadium full of people singing along to a record that came out twenty years ago.
Either way, there’s usually a story worth telling.
Loud rooms. Good albums. Bad hearing.
See you at the show.
— Fred