Thursday 12 Bikini Lounge: Scratchy Rekkid Night with DJ Shane Kennedy (various) Bobby Cs: Willie B (old-school R&B) Bunkhouse: DJ Doom (dance) The Door: Pink Thursdays with DJ Astonish (hip-hop, Motown, Top 40) Dos Gringos – Scottsdale: DJs Benjamin Cutswell & Kid Vicious (rock, ’80s, old-school hip-hop) E-Lounge: DJ Domenica…
Do you want what’s in the box or what’s behind door No. 3? The latest episode in the radio payola version of Let’s Make a Deal is looking like a zonk. Then again, New York Attorney General Eliot Spitzer’s heroic crusade against payola — netting more than $35 million in…
Even if the night hadn’t ended with whip-its and Adult Mad-Libs, my recent Saturday night excursion onto Mill Avenue in Tempe would still be among my most fun forays into Valley nightlife ever. It was a pleasant surprise, because I don’t usually hang out on Mill, the main drag in…
UK chanteuse Amy Winehouse is quickly becoming known for two things: her drinking habit and her amazing voice. She combines the two on “Rehab,” the opening song on her second album, Back to Black, in which she sings, “They tried to make me go to rehab/I said no no no”…
Directors Quentin Tarantino and Robert Rodriguez know a thing or two about music and the movies. Tarantino’s soundtracks have become pop-culture staples, while Rodriguez scores his own movies. We sat down with them recently to discuss their new double feature, Grindhouse, and how music affects their creative process. New Times:…
Dear Gods of Rock: It’s me, The Mullet. Please kill me. My time on this Earth — hanging off Richard Marx’s head as it sang “Don’t Mean Nothin’,” going to Indigo Girls shows, and bathing in NASCAR exhaust fumes — has been fun, but I just can’t take being the…
For Amon Tobin’s Chaos Theory: Splinter Cell 3 Soundtrack, the Brazilian-born UK resident and producer/DJ spun delicately assembled cinematic instrumentals into epic nightmarish video-game backdrops, boasting chopped organ and string section bits over boisterous drum breaks. It was another impressive exercise in Tobin’s venturesome sound manipulation, but Foley Room presented…
In a progressive jazz culture dominated by New York and Chicago, other towns with improvised music scenes tend to get the shaft. That’s too bad, because pockets of experimental sounds — from Santa Cruz, California, to Montague, Massachusetts — continue to challenge and imbue eardrums. A perfect example is Look…
It’s funny how trends turn in terms of the cool becoming passé and the unspeakably lame becoming “the shit.” For first-wave punks, guitar solos were as voguish as a Three’s Company T-shirt; the ascendance of Meat Puppets and Dinosaur Jr. made nimble-fingered six-string aerobics stylish again. Generations of indie-rock aesthetes…
Though there is no shortage of young, angst-ridden musicians with angst-ridden tales to tell, ultimately, the power of a story is in its telling — a notion that puts Dave Smallen, the brains and emotion behind Oakland’s Street to Nowhere, at the top of his game. Comparisons to Bright Eyes’…
Santa Cruz’s Comets on Fire. D.C.’s Dead Meadow. Japan’s Ghost. Add Atlanta’s Deerhunter to the list. With the summer of ’07 fast approaching, a new slew of bands is channeling the ghosts of the Summer of Love, 40 years after the original hippie counterculture movement. Like their parents in the…
Yes, it’s been too long since ZZ Top has made a song half as brilliant as “La Grange” or “Tube Snake Boogie.” But if classic rock has taught us anything, and we both know it has, it’s that it doesn’t matter if an old band’s new stuff isn’t fit to…
Even though Camp Crystal Lake ain’t anywhere near P-Town, the dance demons of ClixBagofTricks and Mafiatic will channel the teen-slashing spirit of Jason Voorhees for their latest raucous rave event, My Friend Jason’s House. The horrifying all-night hootenanny on Friday, April 13 (natch), sounds like something the hockey mask-clad killer…
If national elections are the government’s way of dicking you over every four years, Tax Day is its way of making sure you don’t forget who has the biggest dick every year. Of course, if you’re a musician — especially if you’re a rock star and, therefore, predisposed to civil…
The new CD by local industrial metal band The Iris sounds like a sonic blueprint for a band that’s finding its sound, and getting hotter by the minute. But the blueprint isn’t new — Marilyn Manson, Deftones, and a dozen other bands drew it. What’s great about The Vanity Fair…
We’ve been on a roll with the weekday party circuit, so Club Candids decided to make a humpday run for one of Tempe’s favorite neighborhood drinking digs, Casey Moore’s, on Wednesday, April 4. We can always count on this old standby for attractive twentysomethings looking to unwind on a school…
I wasn’t a fan of the band The Fray previously; definitely not enough to attend the has-been-celebration that was called the Tempe Music Festival a couple weekends back. I don’t remember all of the acts that were playing, but I know that The Fray was amongst few contemporary artists. The…
Although we have a pretty vibrant, poppin’ music scene here in the ‘Nix these days, not that many folks outside of our desert metropolis seem to recognize that. So I was stoked when I found out that Truxton Records rockabilly/psychometal act Grave Danger has a song featured in the new…
Saturday night I missed the CD release party for Runaway Diamonds album God’s Mom and Her Turquoise Chow-Chow, which my fellow scribbler Ed Masley wrote about here, because I was at the Yucca Tap Room scoping out the Drunken Immortals (two of whom are also in this week’s issue, in…
Wednesday for happy hour I spent a couple of hours watching Chip Hanna play acoustic at Last Exit. If you’re not familiar with Chip, he’s the former drummer for punk stalwarts U.S. Bombs and One Man Army, but currently he’s honing his chops as a country singer/songwriter. That might seem…
Mesa may not be known for a totally bumpin’ night life, but when we heard about “Sound in the Ground: Jelly/Belly” on Thursday, March 29 at Mesa Contemporary Arts, we thought it might be worth checking out — especially because Mesa Arts Center is one of the most sleek and…
Back in the late ’90s, I was getting pretty tired of Drunken Immortals — the group was playing a weekly hip-hop night at the now-shuttered Arizona Roadhouse Brewery and, after that, weekly at a place called Donny Brasco’s. I’ve always believed in the laws of supply and demand as far…
