Fousheé levitates above genre as punk's freshest face
“ALL THE WEIRDOS PUT YOUR HANDS UP,” Fousheé screams into a sweaty crowd. It’s a Thursday night in West Hollywood, and about 50 people are crammed into The Viper Room off Sunset Boulevard. Fousheé scans her flock of fans, eyes flashing dangerously with a warning — don’t you dare stand still. “Fuck this fucking Hollywood shit,” she sm...