Sure, who wouldn’t like a sign from above that he or she is on the right track? For months, Sipping Soma’s Mark Matson had been woodshedding his living-room sound experiments with neighbor Diedre Radford, the possessor of an exotic, eerie voice and a cheap keyboard. Matson got just the validation…
When Zia Record Exchange’s founder Brad Singer died in May, the official word from his family was that “business as usual” would be the order of the day for his empire. After all, by this point, Zia seemed to be such a sturdy, self-sustaining entity that it made little sense…
Brian Setzer has made a career out of updating retro styles. As the front man for the Stray Cats, he updated the Memphis rockabilly sound of the ’50s. His complex guitar licks added a surprisingly sophisticated jazzy element to the trio’s minimalist rhythm section. The band’s early-’80s hits like “Sexy…
Haggis What’s Up Haircut? (Epixuti) In a live setting, Haggis is a source of pure astonishment. The group’s hard-driving guitar-rock–while taking some influence from punk and the early ’90s grunge revolution–initially seems kinda plain and conventional. Before you know it, though, you find yourself bowled over by this band’s overpowering…
On April 8, 1994, the echo of a shotgun blast reverberated around the world. Kurt Cobain was dead, by his own hand, according to police investigators and the King County medical examiner. While millions of Gen Xers mourned the death of their “voice of a generation,” critics and fans alike…
Not all the participants in the Sgt. Pepper movie are unwilling to talk about the experience. Alice Cooper, about to embark on a tour, was gracious enough to answer our e-mail of infrequently asked questions (that’s IFAQ in e-mailese) concerning his involvement in this historically bad film. New Times: How…
Keith Richards once made the point that all good rock music should basically aim for the crotch. According to his theory, rock is a primal, visceral force free of intellectual hang-ups, and anything directed at the cerebral cortex is a self-conscious perversion of the music’s essence. Scott Miller loves rock…
One way I’ve discovered to subsidize my real writing and alcohol habit is porn writing. Smut for Dollars: cheap hack porn-vid toss-offs for quick-buck fixes. Scribing a “review” takes about as long as a good whack session, which is actually longer than it takes to do an album review. Album…
In 1978, RSO Records was the most successful record label on planet Earth. From Christmas of 1977 to May 20 the following year, the Robert Stigwood-owned label maintained a 21-week stranglehold on the top position of Billboard’s Hot 100 singles chart. No other record label has ever managed to score…
Beastie Boys Hello Nasty (Grand Royal/Capitol Records) Along with Beck, the Beastie Boys have become the embodiment of postmodern music in the late ’90s. The comparison goes beyond their shared use of the Dust Brothers or the perpetual ironic distance they both maintain, which allows them to simultaneously celebrate and…
James Mather and Mike Heffington have two consuming passions: recording punk-rock bands and drinking as much Natural Light as they can get their hands on. Fortunately, they live in a world where their hobbies frequently intersect. It’s well-known in local punk circles that Natural Lights are as essential a component…
Mark Sandman can’t help it. He knows he should be moody. He appreciates how he’d make a more lasting impression as a Gloomy Gus spinning torturous tales of woe. Fans expect that kind of thing. Journalists, too. After all, the guy leads a band called Morphine. But Sandman can’t find…
“Shoeshine” Joe House, guitarist for Tempe funk-rockers Polliwog, looks like a cross between Medusa and a billy goat. He’s got enough shocking red hair in all the right places to make the comparison stick. He says exactly one word–“vagina”–during a 90-minute interview, and even that doesn’t come easy. Slumped against…
Rock stars are so self-regulating and image-conscious nowadays it’s hard to imagine even dreaming about one without being forced to pay for use of their overexposed likenesses. You’d probably have to sign waivers indemnifying them for any make-believe anguish they might cause you. Back in the days when rock stars…
You can almost see the headline splashed across music-industry tabloids: “Phoenix Declared Power-Pop Capital of the World!” Give it another year. It’s only a matter of time before the former “Desert Jangle Rock Capital” sports its new title courtesy of terminally stunted A&R honchos eager to strip-mine the Valley for…
“Our question posed to the media, labels, and fans is, ‘What does emo mean?’ Was Christie Front Drive emo or just dark and sad pop-rock? Is Jimmy Eat World emo or is it just good pop-rock with a punk edge? Is the Promise Ring emo or happy-go-lucky pop? Was Quicksand…
How long are you gonna last? Well, you can’t say. You can be bigheaded and say, ‘Yeah, we’re gonna last 10 years,’ but you know, we’re lucky if we last three months. –John Lennon, 1963 John Lennon’s statement was far more humble than he could have imagined at the time…
Andre Williams doesn’t mince words. He doesn’t have time for that. He’s seen a promising R&B career go up in smoke, he’s fallen victim to drug addiction, and he’s spent more time hustling his way out of the gutter than he’d care to remember. So when this resuscitated soul man…
Brian Wilson Imagination (Giant Records) In the months leading up to the release of Brian Wilson’s second solo album of new material–and first in a decade–the buzz was that Imagination marked a return to the innocence and warmth of 1965’s Summer Days (and Summer Nights!!). In the hands of co-producer…
For the past four months, word has been out that Nita’s Hideaway was up for sale. During that time, it became a kind of parlor game to speculate on what shape Nita’s would take when owner Nita Craddock found a buyer for the Tempe club. The optimists among us imagined…
Trevor Askew is a night person. The singer for industrial monolith N17 attributes these tendencies to the withering Arizona heat that drains his energy during the day. Some suspicious types, mindful of the band’s relentlessly brooding vision, louder-than-bombs musical assault, and Askew’s apartment complex on Seventh Avenue and Camelback, which…
In most professions, a deficiency of smarts would seem a serious liability. After all, don’t we insist on seeing every last medical diploma a doctor can tack up on his office walls, just to make sure we’re not about to be sliced and diced open by an uncertified moron? Don’t…
