We’ll start off this week’s recap with a smidgen of news: The Chairman of the Boards has signed on to play the High Sierra Music Festival for the first time
Wednesday night presented a truly inexplicable double bill, and everyone that asked me where I was headed heard the same sheepish response: “Well, it’s a band most commonly called chk chk chk, but it’s really three exclamation points that can be pronounced with any three repetitive mono-syllabic grunts. Oh, and Holy Fuck is opening.” Okay, but then how do I pronounce chk chk chk?
The name dissection thing’s getting old, but it’s hard to escape your own branding. And when you’ve emblazoned the scarlet !!! on your traveling marquee, you best be prepared to bring the triple-exclamatory noise and/or funk. Luckily for my fellow speed-freak showgoers at the sold-out Bowery Ballroom, this quasi-hometown, eight-piece dance-punk troupe tore up the joint with a lively mix of rabidly energetic tunes from the new Myth Takes album and Louden Up Now.
Read on for more great Danfun photos and the rest of this evening’s review…
We’ve got a double dose of our regular Friday “The Kidzz Are Alright” subset of Pullin’ ‘Tubes. So instead of wasting time with our usual pre-video blather, let’s jump right into the
Instead of outsourcing this end-of-the-week department to cheaper Indian or Chinse laborers, I’ve decided to take another stab at it myself. This week’s blends together some of the least eclectic tunes you’ll
The long-dormant drummer for the popular rock band Phish is slowly coming back to public music. On the heels of Jon Fishman’s sit-in with the potty-mouthed Touchpants before RAQ’s Green
I’m borderline obsessed with the short-lived Faces. Between the ridiculous musicianship of each band member and Rod Stewart’s appearance and stage presence, how are these guys continually overlooked? Footage from what’s
Our friend Rob with the sunny disposition and the well-cropped beard sent this clip my way yesterday, an astonishing video of a blind man kicking a drumset’s ass. Um, metaphorically, I guess.
Bustle In Your Hedgerow is just another cover band, and this band of special occasion will be the first to admit that. But that doesn’t mean they won’t melt your fucking face off and piss all over the remains, and the huge crowds in San Francisco and Los Angeles this weekend will be the first to admit that.
America’s greatest rock cover band experience headed west this weekend for a twin bill at The Independent and the Knitting Factory, and everyone I’ve talked to says these shows were the best they’ve ever seen, the best the band has ever played. They may be Led Zeppelin tunes, but the rock is all their own.
San Francisco packed more than 600 people into the 500-person-capacity Independent, and the crowd proved itself to be so raucous they got a double encore of Immigrant Song and Bring It on Home for its troubles. So with the momentum-building left-coast run behind ’em, and with shows in the Midwest and East on the horizon, let’s take a look at 16 incredible photos from The Lovely Miss Rachel, posted for your pleasure after the jump…enjoy!
Not content to stand pat with a simple Ornette Coleman set, the festival organizers behind Bonnaroo are collaborating with Blue Note Records to expose some scenesters to genuine improv and build a
We’ve had a solid balance on the blog lately — it’s true, scroll down and see for yourself — so please indulge our longstanding Phish fetish for a second (it
