Ryan Bradford

Ryan Bradford lives and writes in San Diego. He is the author of Horror Business.

Ryan Bradford is a writer. The problem, he says, is that these days, most writing gigs are for websites that call stories “content,” and search-engine optimization—not creativity, or even quality—is the goal. Read more

Seen Local


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Even though the Japanese rock band has been together for nearly 40 years, it’s astonishing how fresh, positive and energized they sound. Read more

The Spotlight


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A misty plume rises from the bowl and I accidentally inhale a mouthful of Burt. He tastes like the desert. Read more

Well, That Was Awkward

I’m going to come out and say it: “Hey Jealousy” is the greatest song of the ’90s. Read more

The Spotlight


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Chicken is only boring if it’s prepared that way, and there are lots of places in San Diego doing exciting things with this boid. Read more

Food Issue


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Celebrity interviews are strange, man. Read more

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They’re both among some of the most emotionally honest bands to ever make it big. I’ll always stan for earnestness in rock music. Read more

The Spotlight

It’s cute that movies are trying to exist after Avengers: Endgame, which was the cinematic equivalent of a superhero bukkake. Read more


Everybody talks about middle school as being their worst years, but third grade took the crap cake for me. Read more

Well, That Was Awkward

Drug Hunt are no strangers to heaviness, and within the first track of their EP, it becomes clear that the music can carry whatever weighty conceit they stack on top of it. Read more

Notes from the Smoking Patio


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Halfway through the day, Dávila 666 took the stage. I hadn’t heard of them at the time, but after that show, I’ll never forget them. Read more

The Spotlight


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It’s Friday, but I look at a calendar just to make sure it isn’t marked “Shit On Ryan Week,” because, oh lord, it’s been A. Week. A week full of Mondays. A week where even Garfield would’ve said oof. Read more

Well, That Was Awkward


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By all accounts, Charly Bliss should not be a good or cool band. Read more

The Spotlight

Shades McCool, however, strikes that near-impossible balance between rock and comedy on their first full-length album, 'Pretty Good Guy'. Read more

Notes from the Smoking Patio


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The reign (or... rein?) of the large horse has gone on for far too long. It’s not that I hate them (in fact, I pray for the day that the Del Mar Racetrack gets 'Blackfish’d), I just think they all want to kick me in the face. Read more

Well, That Was Awkward


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To riff on the words of Walt Whitman, District 9 (which is represented by city councilmember Georgette Gomez) contains multitudes. Read more

Drink Issue


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Not to say that Worriers are snotty, young punks. Rather, they’re working within the confines of pop-punk—a genre that generally appeals to “the kids”—to shine a light on sexism and gender in thoughtful, nonreductive ways. Read more

The Spotlight

Now, I’ve written about guns before. Personally, I wish Obama had fulfilled the right-wing fear fantasy of literally walking into everyone’s homes and taking their guns away. I also know that we’re not going to get rid of guns. Read more

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Basically, every song feels demonic invocation, but there’s a pitch-black vein of humor that runs through the album and keeps it from feeling pretentious. Read more

Notes from the Smoking Patio


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Even if the album isn’t as smart as it pretends to be, there will never be songs as fierce as “New Noise” or “The Shape of Punk to Come.” Read more

The Spotlight


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I spend so much time worrying about the world these kids are going to grow up in—a world that’s expected to literally burn from the inside out within the next century—and it feels like simply existing is actually the least selfish thing I can do. Read more

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