West Philadelphia photographer Ronald Corbin studies people and their environments, but not necessarily at the same time.

"I'm not ashamed to say I'm a rapper, but sometimes, rap is boring."

The humming organs, bright horns and jangly acoustic guitars were all recorded while the band was shut in at the South Philadelphia house shared by Meskers and Saddlemire during the snowpocalypse of February 2010.

The scene is a crowded, tin-roof warehouse. It's wild and bright, few clues tell me what's happening, and I'm left to hurriedly deduce where the smoke and sparks are coming from and why the ripped shirtless dudes on BMXs are charging one another.

The word springing to mind is "toothy."

"Don't let the city streets keep you inside all year."

The words "live improvised electronic" should trigger your most skeptical instincts.

There's a puzzle in the latest Creeping Weeds album.

Philly sextet Acres of Diamonds seems the product of a bygone era.

Orbit to Leslie is hard-hitting, propulsive and not shy about slamming into the odd minute-long surf-rock blast.