Palazzo’s Latin Ladies Night

Until recently, the dance floor at the opulent-yet-ookie nightspot Palazzo, 710 North Central Avenue, was solely the domain of the gothy boys and ghouls who turned out on Fridays in droves for Tranzylvania, where they’d thrash about until the wee hours to murky darkwave and nihilistic anthems. But now these…

Homme New Year’s Eve Party

The turntablists are definitely gonna be out in force on Monday, December 31 (a.k.a. New Year’s Eve), as nearly every DJ worth his or her weight in used vinyl has some sort of wax-working session planned for Auld Lang Syne. But if you can’t get into any of the bigger…

New Year’s Eve Guide 2007

As the waning days of 2007 tick away like Vicodins down the gullet of some rehab-bound starlet, so do your final chances of being bad. See, you’ve finally decided to cut the bullshit, buckle down, and stick to those troublesome New Year’s resolutions you’ve blown off year after year. Which…

Posse Galore

If Christmas carols have taught us anything, it’s that Santa Claus is a fat, old, reclusive voyeur who’s constantly peeping into everyone’s private life from atop the Arctic. Not to slander the good name of jolly old Saint Nick, but consider the lyrics to that Yuletide standard “Santa Claus Is…

Knit Picking

Agoraphobes dread going outside. Dentophobics haven’t had a teeth cleaning in years, and sufferers of lachanophobia are deathly afraid of vegetables. As for us, we’re terrified of something so strange that the headshrinkers haven’t yet created a catchy term to describe it: hideous Christmastime sweaters. Crack wise if you must,…

Soulman

There’s a slew of reasons we dig Al Page. Not only does the laid-back DJ and promoter have one of the most fly Afros in all of P-Town, but he also busts much ass on both the record decks and behind the scenes at the Hidden House, 607 West Osborn…

Live and Let ‘007 Die

As the waning days of 2007 tick away like Vicodins down the gullet of some rehab-bound starlet, so do your final chances of being bad. See, you’ve finally decided to cut the bullshit, buckle down, and stick to those troublesome New Year’s resolutions you’ve blown off year after year. Which…

Mike Montoya & mig50

Conjuring up a cool-sounding name for your record-spinning gig ain’t the easiest thing. It’s gotta be catchy and clever enough to draw in the hipsters, without seeming too hokey. Such is the struggle for Fatigo vocalist/guitarist Mike Montoya and Shizz scenester DJ mig50, who’ve yet to create a moniker for…

Raising Arizona

For a while, it seemed as if the only hip-hop action going on in the PHX was being put on by the superfly soldiers of The Blunt Club or our boy Al Page at the Hidden House. Thankfully, the dearth of dopeness has been remedied, thanks in part to the…

North Stars

Besides being known for its ginormous mosquitoes and quirkily homespun Americana, the great state of Minnesota has proven to be a phenomenal birthplace for musical greatness. We can rattle off names like Prince, Bob Dylan, Hüsker Dü, and The Hold Steady (not forgetting, of course, Babes in Toyland, Soul Asylum,…

Delight 2007

The dance floor funkheads behind Outside World Entertainment are always busy cooking up some kinda PLUR-heavy throwdowns for rave fans here in the PHX, whether it’s a shindig like Acid Reign, Diablo, or the annual Philter spectacular. Now you can add another EDM event to the pile, as they’re gearing…

The Trouble With Dribbles

Don’t break out the champagne just yet, Phoenix Suns fans. Though Nash, Amaré, Matrix, and the rest of the gang have been doing reasonably well at rocking the Pacific Division during the first few weeks of the 2007-2008 season, that doesn’t mean another trip to the NBA postseason is all…

Fetal Attraction

Dying Fetus is a band that we guaran-damn-tee will offend pretty much everyone under the sun. Whether it’s because of their horrific name, sociopolitical- and profanity-laced lyrics, chaingun-like death-metal sound, or frontman John Gallagher’s Cookie Monster vocals, it’s likely you’re gonna recoil in some fashion if you dare to catch…

Jive Turkeys

Thanksgiving has always been about kicking back with your family (however dysfunctional they may be) to break some bread and maybe crack a few skulls, to boot. But if you’re gonna be rocking the holiday solo (or can’t stomach another tumultuous T-Day with the nearest and dearest), you can always…

Jason Ricci & New Blood

In the fast-and-loose world of alt-journalism, filled with clever quips and erudite observations, it’d be all too easy to make some sort of salacious wordplay out of that fact that harmonica-playing blues savant Jason Ricci is openly gay (and likely incorporating the phrase “mouth organ” in some fashion). Frankly, that…

DJ Paul Nice

After spending this week’s annual food fest (a.k.a. Thanksgiving) figuring out how many yams you can jam down your craw, you’ll probably wanna veg out on the couch watching the Jets and Cowboys pound on each other for football supremacy. But try to shake off the food coma after overdosing…

Seven Nights of DJs and Dancing

THURSDAY 22 Axis/Radius: Red Hot Thursdays (rock, Top 40, hip-hop) Coach & Willie’s: General Malice with DJ S. Doobie, DJ Neglect, Killa-Ranks, & EVOL 1 (d’n’b, jungle, dance) Dirty Pretty: Foxy Bitch Thursday (rock, Top 40, hip-hop) Henry Jack’s: Mr. DJ Ray (cumbia, old school) Hollywood Alley: The Blunt Club’s…

Wonder 4

If one wanted to gauge the anticipation for Wonder 4, merely peeping one of the local EDM message boards would reveal the kind of fervor that’s building around the annual rave extravaganza, which takes place on Saturday, November 17, at the Icehouse, 429 West Jackson Street. “This fucker looks sick!”…

Seven Nights of DJs and Dancing

Thursday 15 Axis/Radius: Ladies Night (hip-hop, rock, dance) Baja Tilly’s: DJ Adrian (old school, R&B, cumbia, reggaeton) Big Fish Pub: Chronik Frequency Thursdays with the Hazardous Crew feat. DJ Ladykilla, DJ Papi Cholo, DJ Spawn, Kyle Wise, AWOL, & Dmok (techno, breaks, electro, hip-hop, drum ‘n’ bass) Bikini Lounge: Sophisticated…