While it’s tempting to compare the Hidden Cameras’ Joel Gibb with other literate gay singer-songwriters, if Rufus Wainwright or Stephin Merritt were to sing about the joys of anal penetration or swallowing urine, it would be nothing short of hilarious. When Gibb does it, though, it’s barely even ironic; rather,…
Looks like it’s time for the ’90s indie rock revival. Sebadoh is reuniting for Noise Pop; the Silversun Pumpkins, er, Pick-ups are selling out venues left and right. Before you know it, rockers will be sucking down E’s and going all Madchester again. Leading the charge — not to Madchester,…
Although you may go to the Clubhouse Music Venue for Hoobastank’s catchy radio rock, you’ll want to arrive early for Agent Sparks’ sweet, eclectic melodies and dynamic live performance. The Los Angeles band, whose debut Red Rover was released earlier this year, combines complex keyboard and guitar layers with dueling…
You want The Truth? Can you handle The Truth? SoCal emo-metalcore sextet Bleeding Through’s third album hits like a falling anvil to the cranium: Ferocious blast-beats, crushing riffs galloping straight out of the Slayer/Biohazard playbook, and vocalist Brandan Schieppati’s evil demon-roar (and his occasional, requisite Mike Patton-esque crooning) are the…
He’s one of rock ‘n’ roll’s few legends with a beat named in his honor. And the weird thing is, Bo Diddley plays guitar, not drums. But as Diddley himself has explained, “I play the guitar as if I was playing the drums.” That much is true, although most drums…
Holy holiday hangover! All that extra Christmastime candy, booze, and other sweet treats are gonna head straight for your soon-to-be-gigantic arse, so better get yourself to the trendy über-gym double quick. Or better yet, sweat off those pounds-to-come with a few hours of grinding, thrashing, and dancing at an upcoming…
Thursday 21 Bunkhouse: DJ Doom (dance) Camus: KURRENT_affairs with Pablo Gomez (electronic, rock, pop, avant-garde) Cat Eye: Punk Rock Thursdays with DJ Diesel (rock, punk) Coconut Club: DJ Coolstylz (Top 40, dance, hip-hop) The Crown Room: DJ Gable (rock, house, hip-hop) Dos Gringos: DJs Benjamin Cutswell & Kid Vicious (rock,…
Cory Spotts Local knob twiddler Cory Spotts has made quite a name for himself at a young age by producing some of the best edgy acts in town at his Blue Light Audio Media studio. Barely into his mid-20’s now, Spotts (who I profiled last year in my column) has…
Since this Pandemic Poll thing is meant to be democratic, we even let your ordinary average music fan throw in their two cents about what transpired in 2006. This submission is from a guy named Joe Soares, and I have to say, he’s pretty goddamn correct about what’s overrated in…
Bob and Alan Clark are Eye Talk… disgusting In case you can’t tell by their glowing, serene faces, local brothers Bob and Alan Clark make some absolutely repulsive light pop/adult contemporary songs that ought to be used to torture Gitmo detainees. Consider this post a warning – once their group,…
Rob Locker of local skateboard/record label/promotion company AZPX does what many folks only wish they could do – release records by great local artists past and present like Junior Achievement and the Smoky Mountain Skullbusters and throw shows by skate rock greats like JFA. Here’s what Locker has to say…
I’ve never been the litigating type. Every time I’ve needed to hire an attorney, it’s been of the criminal defense sort. I’m not in a band, though, and it’s not uncommon for bands and musicians to have to deal with cease-and-desist demands, copyright and trademark issues, and other legal bullshit…
Just when I think I’ve seen everything, I find myself watching three hot chicks trying to play hacky sack with a big pink dildo. The women — known as Producer, Python, and Pinup — are all members of a local fetish burlesque troupe called the Pussy Posse Girls, and on…
Alice Cooper was looking to shake things up a bit at this year’s Christmas Pudding concert. So he put in a call to the three surviving members of the original Alice Cooper band, the guys who backed him on such classics as “I’m Eighteen,” “Be My Lover,” “School’s Out,” and…
On a chilly Friday night at the band’s rehearsal space on the northeast side of Phoenix, the members of local five-piece band e(v)olocity are looking at the photo on the back of their self-titled CD. The shot depicts the guys standing in a line, wearing eyeliner and adorned in red…
The Waylon Jennings Nashville Rebel DVD (RCA) should have been included in the Nashville Rebel boxed set, where it would have added to the value of the box while benefiting from the context. As it stands, it’s every bit as entertaining as the box itself. It begins on the set…
“Hellektro” group Combichrist has long been a favorite of the fetish community. Led by Norwegian-born Andy LaPlegua, Combichrist blends dark techno, agro beats, and synth noise to produce a wicked, hawkish soundscape that’s equally diabolical and danceable. The title track drowns in pulsating synths, while LaPlegua’s fuzzed-over voice floats to…
A chichi San Francisco condo is about the last place in the world you’d expect to find the Patterson projects-raised Andre the Giant (a.k.a. A.G.), an MC whose sense of rootedness in New York’s South Bronx makes him seem as staunchly parochial as the average Crestside hyphy rapper. Yet A.G.’s…
This doesn’t sound like a Willie Nelson record, and it doesn’t sound like a Ryan Adams record (though he produced it). We don’t know what it sounds like, to be honest, save for some show-offy mash-up that does less to pump up Shotgun Willie than shoot his legs out from…
Local hard-rock band Razer has quite the pedigree — the five-piece was founded by guitarist Paul Sullivan, bassist Chris Catero, and drummer Eric Bongiorno, all of whom were in Metal Blade act Wardog (Bongiorno also drums for Valley rock prodigy Nick Sterling). After nabbing guitarist Jeremy Graves and ex-Shift singer…
Few bands have done more to embody the carefree goof-punk spirit of The Dickies than The Vandals, whether blazing their way through the holiday spirit with “Oi to the World!” or showing their sensitive side on the breakup song “My Girlfriend’s Dead.” These clowns were cranking out the mullet jokes…
By the time they emerged from the shadow of Disneyland and L.A. punk with a tough little self-titled record on Slash, The Blasters were the quintessential early ’80s roots-rock band. They looked the part, they played the part, they lived the part. That record was as good as roots-rock got,…
