Fracture Point All the commotion on here lately regarding my distaste for Marshall “Fucking” Beck, formerly of the metal band Rebirth, seems to have left many metal heads (or at least Marshall’s Myspace friends) under the impression that I either don’t care about metal or don’t appreciate the genre. Granted,…
Army of Robots… dramatic! This is an early heads up so that if you can cruise up to Flagstaff on Friday, make plans now. Not only is it not in the 90s up there, Friday night at the Hotel Monte Vista (one of my favorite venues up there) Army of…
shaking in my Adidas…. Mr. Marshall “fucking” Beck, “the most controversial motherfucker in the Arizona music scene” thought it’d be funny to print my home phone number and address up in this piece; which he can certainly do on Myspace, but not here, where I moderate what goes up. While…
I wasn’t sure what to do tomorrow for Saint Patrick’s Day; I’m Irish as fuck, but my local Irish pub, Casey Moore’s, is a madhouse on 3/17, with souped up prices and a bunch of jackasses crowding the place. Another alternative had to found. Luckily, I saw Jared from the…
Marshall Beck and his sisters The Marshall Beck “Mr. Controversial” debate continues to rage on Ear Infection, thanks in great part to his admittedly posting Myspace bulletins to his 45,000 friends. (PEN15 wrote “I WISH THIS WOULD STOP SO I DONT HAVE TO SEE 26 MYSPACE POSTS A DAY BY…
Wormwood Brothers new album, Spider Lake Due to space limitations in the print version of New Times, there are a lot of local records that we can’t fit into the music section. That’s why here, on Ear Infection, I try to turn you on or steer you away from certain…
Marshall “Fucking” Beck and his army of internet-tards still have their panties in a bunch about my recent posts involving him and Madhouse Records, found here and here. Beck wrote, “Although I do find humor in the fact that you call me a pussy from behind the computer screen and…
Today’s kickoff day for the music industry’s biggest orgy of shmoozing, boozing, and trying to see far too many bands in a brief period of time – the 2007 South by Southwest Music Conference in Austin. I won’t be there – my illustrious music editor Niki D’Andrea is on her…
My apologies for my brief absence from the interweb blogging thing recently; a trip to San Diego without the appropriate power source for a laptop left me unable to play with all the angry people that Marshall Beck, who I blogged about here a while back, recruited to cry and…
The Inimitable George Tabb What seems like a million years ago — but was really just half-a-lifetime, when I was 15 or 16, I was a faithful/fanatical reader of Maximum Rock N Roll. If you don’t know, it was the bible of punk rock, a newsprint compilation of all the…
SiOP The band SiOP’s press release begins, “SiOP was formed in the summer of 1998 and has been on the rise ever since.” Truth is, SiOP never left 1998 and its plethora of shit bands: Static-X, Papa Roach, Linkin Park, the Bizkit, etcetera. Here’s the goods on SiOP’s latest album,…
A little over three years ago, I wrote here in my column Revolver about the sad descent of Zia Records from a truly indie and customer oriented record store into an algorhythmically stocked clone of chains like Tower and Best Buy. I would venture to guess that a lot of…
Skerlak Dead’s tunes from the vault Sometimes some really weird shit comes across my desk, like this album, Remnants Resolved, by Skerlak Dead with four songs this Phoenix-based guy M. Skerlak recorded back in 1984, and two that he recorded in 1961. According to his myspace page, dude is 61…
don’t buy this I happily admitted in a previous column that I was a fan of Authority Zero frontman Jason Devore’s solo album, Conviction. But I also made it clear that I don’t appreciate or understand AZ’s music; I find it generic, formulaic, and oftentimes a bad blend of genres…
trippin’ out with the Squid A few weeks back I wrote here in my column Revolver about the instrumental sensation that is Attack of the Giant Squid, and in the blog I’ve mentioned Squid homeboys An Aesthetic as well. Both are fucking great bands, and I just received word from…
these guys scare me I’m not sure what it is about me that attracts the dregs of humanity; there are numerous examples I can site — I spent a year dating a stripper, then my friends try to hook me up with a (half-assed) recovering heroin addict as a girlfriend…
Occasionally I receive CD’s from local bands that need some constructive criticism, to put it politely. Today I’ve got two for you… The first, and least offensive, is Captain Squeegee and the Soap Suds, which other than earning an honorary doctorate in dumb-band-naming, really need to figure out what the…
Impossible Ones vs. the World Finally, the Impossible Ones are releasing the album that I wrote about what seems ages ago… and the band already has a video finished for the first single, “Bats in the Belfry.” See if you can catch any lip- or instrumental-synching, they didn’t film this…
Carolina Cracker, sans salsa I’ve got good news for people who like southern flavored rap music: Carolina Cracker and his homeboy from Minnesota, Melk Money, are back in town and scheming imminent appearances at local venues. I wrote about Cracker here (halfway down) back in last May, read the piece…
his t-shirt demonstrates the breadth of his linguistics I received the following missive the other day from Marshall “Fucking” Beck, from local metal band Rebirth. Beck and my paper — Michele Laudig in particular — have had some beef in the past year, mostly because he encouraged his fans to…
Sweet Bleeders album Bzzzz. Shit’s gotten a little vitriolic up in this bitch lately, so I’m going to (temporarily) tell you about something worth listening to… I’ve been listening to the grand, expansive latest album from Sweet Bleeders, one of multi-instrumentalist and pop genius Robin Vining’s multiple projects (others include…
Xpoz Magazine, mediocrity personified As I told you about last week, I spent this last weekend at the G-Unit/Money Management One Stop Shop producer’s conference, where I ran into a grip of players in various factions of the local hip-hop industry, including local rag Xpoz Magazine. Xpoz, which had a…
