The Disco Biscuits have announced Camp Bisco 6 – the sixth year of the band’s always-anticipated annual music festival. Reputed for each year offering music’s most cutting edge and experimental innovators,
A preview of this year's All Good festival
It’s easy to overlook the dark heart at the core of Crisis Helpline, but don’t be fooled…under the tasty pieshell of some beautiful sounds lies a deep, dark slice of life that Hoeffleur serves up so perfectly.
Bob Dylan is one of the most covered artists in rock history. It almost seems as if a band hasn’t “earned their stripes” until they cover Bobby D. Dylan is the king of simple but effective tunes that are ripe for interpretation. One of those tunes is You Ain’t Goin’ Nowhere, a beautiful little ditty that was actually released by The Byrds before Dylan got his version out.
You Ain’t Goin’ Nowhere was first recorded by Dylan and The Band in 1967 during the legendary Basement Sessions. The Basement Sessions weren’t released to the public until 1975, but bootleg copies made the rounds among artists. The Byrds recorded their own version of the song for Sweetheart of the Rodeo in 1968, starting a trend of bands covering You Ain’t Goin’ Nowhere. This week the B List compiles 20 great versions of one of our favorite Dylan tunes.
Read on for You Ain’t Goin’ Nowhere covers by the Counting Crows, Phish, New Monsoon and 16 other acts….
The good people at Destructoid are offering us the first view of Rock Band [via Gamespot], the new Guitar Hero game from Harmonix, MTV and Electronic Arts that’s sure to
We hope you are enjoying the day we told England to fuck themselves as much as we are. On the off chance you are stuck at a desk, we’ve got
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All realms of Wilco's shape-shifting self were on display recently on a rainy night at Merriweather Post Pavilion in Columbia, MD, as Wilco played one of their longest shows of the year; a 26 song monster that even included a Tweedy led rendition of “Happy Birthday” for multi-instrumentalist Pat Sansone.
Our good friend Neddy likes good music, and he wants you good folks to like good music as well. So listen to him when he preachifies about The Bad Plus.
I’ve run out of fingers counting the number of times I’ve seen The Bad Plus in the last few years, and I don’t have enough toes to count the ways in which they continue to diverge from the prototypical jazz trio. What’s left to say? And yet, each viewing brings new wrinkles and reaffirmations: They’re just really, really good.
This time around, the first twist was that they’d left the Village Vanguard and the other jazz clubs of Manhattan behind and took their act to a rock club, the Highline Ballroom, which got all dressed up like a big ol’ jazz hall. I’ve never been to the room before Saturday night and was impressed with the combination of coziness and comfort, the sight-lines and just about everything else besides the drink prices. Even though they had tables set up from front to back and forced a drink minimum on everyone, it still felt more like a rock club and one to which I’m looking forward to returning.
The Bad Plus came out nearly right on the dot of the scheduled start time of 8 pm and wasted no time getting their Bad-Plussiness on. The first tune, later identified as the new Blue Candy, felt almost like a warm-up than a typical TBP composition. It started out mercilessly slow and languid, without too much melodic form or anything else to grab onto; it almost felt like pure improv, actually.
A minute later, it zigged then zagged and all of the sudden it was too fast, like a roller coaster cresting over the initial ascent. I should have known it was a Dave King tune, the drummer whose compositions increasingly experiment with rhythmic structure — experiments whose goal seems to be the experimentation itself, like a warped kid discovering how many different ways they can kill bugs.
Read on for more of Neddy’s fanboy review of the Bad Plus at Highline…
The imcomparable and unintelligible Dr. John boasts a long list of impressive live collaborations, adding his patented brand of voodoo hoodoo to the likes of Eric Claption, The Band, The
