You half expect M83, a French band named after a distant galaxy, to be R2D2
and C3PO dabbling in electronica. And I imagine the band felt the same way
landing in rural Burlington, Vermont. Playing on the heels of its third album, Before the Dawn Heals Us, which is making a considerable dent on the charts and having sold out two nights at New York City
The 9-year period of 1966 to 1974 is significant for any Bob Dylan fan. During that time, Dylan managed to alienate his fans to the greatest degree
Photos by Scott Preston of Umphrey’s McGee at Bogarts, in Cincinnati, OH 4.14.05
Break out the wife beater and grab a cold one! Queens of the Stone Age have returned with another pack of their desert stoner peyote boogie go-go rock.
Murdocks sound like any Strokes, Hot Hot Heat, or Kaiser Chiefs already out there, but their brand of chaos trembles with a vital sense of urgency and aggression that demands to at least be heard, obeyed and absorbed.
Two bands that appear to be in their musical prime got together for a few west coast dates recently and I had the opportunity to catch their show at the McDonald Theatre in downtown Eugene, a beautiful 77-year old building owned and operated by the late Ken Kesey
Bringing together high profile acts and emerging artists, Superfly Productions have continuously assembled a Bonnaroo line-up that exceeds fan expectations. Now in its 4th year, the annual event has moved beyond the proving grounds, and finds itself permanently circled in red on 90,000 summer calendars.
Nathan Moore may very well be one of the finest singer/songwriters of our generation. With songs that are so pure and honest, you can follow his pains and his joys note for note and word for word. Stepping away from his regular band, ThaMuseMeant, Nathan teamed up with the members The Slip to rejuvenate Surprise Me Mr. Davis, a band that grew out of a Boston blizzard a couple years ago.
Despite opening less than two years ago, The Funk Box stands as the recognized standard of excellence for live music venues in the Baltimore area. Once inside the club it
On the heels of a few rainy days in the Big Apple, winter-like weather pushed fans of the indie act Sam Champion inside the Mercury Lounge early on Tuesday night. It was one of the last times like this in March before Spring made its official arrival. Clusters of guys and girls were still layered in heavy wool coats and corduroy jackets to bare the crisp, cold air.
