Promoters are billing the Beach Boys, currently on their 35th-anniversary tour, as “America’s Fun, Fun, Fun Ambassadors.” But considering the dirty laundry the Wilson brothers and their bad-tempered cousin Mike Love have worn over the years, a more fitting alias might be “America’s Bad Boys of Rock!” What’s that you…
Playing inside at monstrous volume, a bass line from the Wu-Tang Clan hard-core rap track “Protect Your Neck” vibrates the black wreath nailed to the front door of Max Cavalera’s north Phoenix home. The music drops sharply when a visitor knocks hard, then rises again when Cavalera swings the door…
Back in 1993, Coco Montoya had enough trouble for three men: His longtime relationship was faltering, his weight had ballooned to 315 pounds, he was drinking himself silly, and that wasn’t even the worst of it. At the time, Montoya was still playing a supporting role after ten years as…
Nirvana From the Muddy Banks of the Wishkah (DGC Records) Have you ever read a book so good you want to know what happens to the characters after you’ve finished it–whether they live happily ever after or die alone? Like literary classics, the very best rock bands continue to write…
Angel hates hippies. “They smell bad and their music sucks.” She also doesn’t care for yuppies (“hair-gel assholes”), ravers (“Mickey Mouse idiots”) or being called a riot grrl (“don’t even start with that shit”). Myrtle Beach, Florida, isn’t high on her list, either. “It’s fucking boring here,” complains the gutter-mouthed…
To date, there have been one official Who Farewell Tour in 1982, a Live Aid reunion in 1985 and a 25th-anniversary reunion in 1989 that basically was a rerun of the first farewell tour. Just as it takes the elderly longer to get out of bed in the morning, it…
John Cale Walking on Locusts (Rykodisc) When John Cale is in his deep and heavy mode, no one in rock ‘n’ roll is deeper and heavier. His old partner Lou Reed has to dress like a college professor, read his lyrics from a music stand and write dry, boring pieces…
Still Chirpin’ In 1973, the a cappella group the Persuasions released an album titled We Still Ain’t Got No Band. They ought to use that name for all their albums, and just add exclamation marks as they improve with age. One nice thing about soul, blues and R&B is there’s…
Valley rave promoters and other denizens of the local dance-culture underground are breathing a tentative sigh of relief after a recent online statement by a Phoenix police officer that denies any organized law enforcement effort to stamp out the Valley rave scene. “The truth about the anti-rave task force is…
Breakfast, Fred Green style: “Take a whole bag–stem, buds, seeds, everything–and cook it with a block of butter until it all burns down. Then you put the butter in the freezer and later, when you spread the butter on a piece of toast, you don’t waste any of the goods.”…
John Parish & Polly Jean Harvey Dance Hall at Louse Point (Island) Wherever Louse Point is, it’s nowhere near the sheep farms of Yeovil, where Polly Jean Harvey grew up, or the English beach house she currently calls home. From this recording, it more closely resembles the battle-torn landscape of…
More than a decade ago, the divine ones of punk rock sent forth a messenger to spread the virtues of three chords, sneers and six-packs; a proverbial vessel to carry on the proud missionary tradition of the Ramones, the Sex Pistols, and the Beach Boys. Its name was the Queers,…
Toots and the Maytals Time Tough: The Anthology (Island) The 30-year career of Frederick “Toots” Hibbert and his band the Maytals traces the story of Jamaican pop music. A ska originator who initially nudged early ’60s soul into an irresistible island groove, Toots later slowed ska’s staccato chops and shuffle…
Rumor(s): The Gin Blossoms have broken up; the Gin Blossoms have decided to release one more album and then break up; the Gin Blossoms will never play in public again. True or false: Tough call. Several Tempe sources close to the band say consistently that the Gin Blossoms are together…
Who didn’t do a double take last October, when reports came that Tupac Shakur was newly on Death Row? It turned out to be the record label, of course, not the cellblock–ha-ha-ha–and even the company’s no-shit publicity department had some fun with the moment of uncertainty created by the word…
In 1987, My Life With the Thrill Kill Kult invaded a fledgling American industrial scene with a dark beat and a sample-heavy melange of sex, Satan and pop culture. Originally conceived to write the soundtrack for an underground film (titled guess what . . . ), core musicians Buzz McCoy…
R.E.M. New Adventures in Hi-Fi (Warner Bros.) Midway through R.E.M.’s new album, a perplexed Michael Stipe figuratively rubs his big, bald head and ponders, “This fate thing. I don’t get it.” Welcome to the occupation, Michael. Stipe’s professed befuddlement is understandable. After all, he and two of his bandmates, bassist…
Tom Morello, 31: a leftist radical with a seven-digit savings balance. A Harvard graduate (1986, with honors) who plays guitar for a platinum-selling band with hit songs that advocate class warfare. A reformed metalhead who was born in Harlem. A public supporter of both Amnesty International and the Shining Path,…
By design, bootlegs are supposed to be against the rules–people pay top dollar for the illicit thrill of hearing music not meant for world consumption. Tacking an “official” seal onto the forbidden fruit leaves a bad aftertaste, like parents telling their teenage son it’s okay to smoke dope and have…
Bruce Hamblin, 1950-1996 The common wisdom among members of the Valley’s rockabilly, blues, roots and country music scenes last week was that some band in heaven just picked up one hell of a standup bass player. Longtime Valley musician Bruce Hamblin died September 18 of liver failure. He was 45…
As a musical label, “rock” has long since passed into the realm of hazy, general nothingness. Divisions and subdivisions abound–sometimes providing focus in a bewildering maze of new music, sometimes only fueling petty, elitist wars of words and pigeonholing. One sect, industrial rock, has been divided and subdivided ad nauseam,…
Call it crusty garage rock, or high-octane, drag-race punk. Dave Crider, founder/owner of Estrus Records and front man for the Monomen, doesn’t care what label you slap on his record company, or his band. He “just wants to rock.” Since 1987, Crider and his wife, Becky, have been pressing records…
