The Secret Machines effectively took the spectacle of arena-rock and scaled it down for the size of a club, as their “In The Round” tour blasted through Boston’s Avalon Ballroom.
Was Baltimore worthy to host the first American incarnation of the Virgin Festival this year? Will it be the city-of-choice for next year or will Virgin CEO Richard Branson move the music festival to another American city? Who the hell knows, but despite seriously steep ticket prices, the Baltimore version was highly entertaining.
I’ve never been terribly upset about missing an opening act. That is, until I walked into the Theatre at Madison Square Garden last night for Beck’s set and heard the bad news. Apparently a nice young man named Spank Rock played his now-classic hit “Shake It ‘Til My Dick Turns Racist.” That could’ve been my new anthem, and I missed it. Oh well, best not think too deeply on this one.
But Beck’s 90-minute masterful performance more than made up for my foolish decision to skip the poetic appetizer, and the hipster doofus proved beyond all doubt that he’s worth every penny of the questionably inflated $60 ducat. Not only did he intertwine an impressive and eclectic mix of songs from his old albums with solid tunes off the new one, Beck put on a show in every sense of the word…
Giving new meaning to the “I went to a boxing match and a Wilco show broke out” cliché, frontman Jeff Tweedy took a well-deserved swing at some poor schmuck that
Starless & Bible Black is guilty of meandering, oft-unfocused compositions; however, the innate ability to craft multi-layered textures which beg to be unraveled forgives most of these transgressions.
What happens when great jambands break apart or lose a key player? The Everyone Orchestra happens, and that's the exact void they filled on their recent Northeast fall tour.
It is uniquely fitting that the man who is being called the voice of Generation X uses cultural debris the way a flasher uses a trench coat.
Welcome. This part is always incredibly awkward.
I mean, we don’t even know each other yet but already our roles are clearly defined: As someone that followed the link to this here blog, you obviously need something to read when you’re bored to work-a-day tears, and as the very definition of blogger goes, I want you to look at me, look at me, look at me.
So now that we know why we’re all here, let’s shift a little bit into why you should stay here. What can you expect to find here? What can I do for you? Will stopping here on a daily basis be a net positive to your day? Well, hows about you stop asking so many fuckin’ questions and peruse the introductory FAQ that follows…
White Light White Light starts out like the lovechild of Primal Scream and Kasabian, until the vocals kick in to put that unique Supersystem stamp upon it.
Although Harvey Danger is still in their
