When we heard about Yacht Rock Sundays, we just about had a heart attack from sheer joy. On Sunday, December 2, we boarded at the Ruby Room Lounge for an evening of smooth sounds — for our second time around — and will definitely make it for the third journey,…
THURSDAY 6 Axis/Radius: Crystal Thursdays Ladies Night (hip-hop, rock, dance) Baja Tilly’s: DJ Adrian (old school, R&B, cumbia, reggaeton) Bikini Lounge: Sophisticated Boom Boom with DJ HFE (rockabilly, surf, jazz, classic country, indie, obscuro, R&B) The Blooze: DJ (rockabilly) Bobby C’s: Willy B. (old-school R&B) Bunkhouse: DJ Doom (dance) Crown…
One lament you’d never expect to hear about the local punk scene is that there’s no sense of community. Punk, by its very nature, champions apathy, an I-could-give-a-shit belief system and do-it-yourself work ethic. But truth be told, punk’s nihilistic front just ensures that you’re not listening to music made…
James Mulhern, guitarist/vocalist of local indie band What Laura Says Thinks and Feels, speaks of his first concert experience with pride. It was a Bon Jovi show, Mulhern was in the ninth row, and it was “pretty badass.” The rest of the band has no qualms about listing the “skin…
Greg Pritchard is a consummate multi-tasker. On an early November afternoon, the Minnesota-bred musician is conducting a telephone interview with a reporter from an Oakland coffeehouse while sipping java and using his “mobile dubbing station” to make cassette copies of Shards, a release that his psychedelic prog-thrash band, Clipd Beaks,…
Chief among the reasons Deftones is one of the most compelling hard-rock acts of the past 15 years is Chino Moreno’s gripping vocals, which often act as a moody, atmospheric foil to the band’s raging guitar riffs. But with Team Sleep — Moreno’s long-running side project — pretty much everything…
Bob Ravenscroft’s latest, Intersections I, finds the accomplished pianist resting comfortably in what intimidates so many jazz cats: space. This modern-jazz album begins with “Dreams,” a 14-minute tune that sets the moody formula for the Ravenscroft originals and rests between the stretched-out grooves of Keith Jarrett’s famed trio and free-jazz…
You ever have one of those days that just drip self-loathing and want? Since the doc told me to quit drinking, I’ve had many days — and nights — when I realized, “Hey, I think I really fucked up my life.” Phoenix seems to breed many of those dreaded evenings,…
At the ripe old age of 19, Adam Panic (né Kootman) has accumulated quite a discography, starting with his impressive one-man pop debut, The Vamp, in 2002. Since then, he’s released two EPs, both produced by Phoenix engineer (and Breakup Society drummer) Bob Hoag. Hoag’s back onboard for Panic’s second…
When Gram Parsons and Chris Hillman left the Byrds to start the Flying Burrito Brothers, they caused a seismic shift in the worlds of country music and rock. Until the Burritos, California country was Buck Owens, Merle Haggard, and the Bakersfield sound. The Burritos’ first album, The Gilded Palace of…
Chris Brown is well known to screaming teenagers, but he broke out to a wider audience at this year’s MTV Video Music Awards. There, he perfectly parroted the Gloved One’s Moonwalk, prompting Justin Timberlake to tell the world he felt old. That indicated the torch had officially been passed. Brown…
System of a Down is one of the trickiest bands these days for one reason: its willingness to let its freak flag fly. Artier and politically sharper than its hard-rock contemporaries, SoaD infuses its songs with dashes of wit, grandeur, and bombast. Singer Serj Tankian delivers each and every proclamation…
It’s an interesting time for soul music czar Stevie Wonder to be out and about on a rare U.S. tour. Because, aside from some concealed gems here and there — such as Anthony Hamilton and Amp Fiddler — soul music has been a stagnating beast for the past five years…
“Say it to my face, look me in the eyes and say what you have to say,” Toryn Green sings on Fuel’s latest album, Angels and Devils. This has to rank right up there with Michael Jackson and Paul McCartney’s staged spat on “The Girl Is Mine” for all-time least-convincing…
Where do you go when the cute wears off? Lee’s teenage band, Noise Addict, overflowed with precocious charm epitomized by his humorous ode to Evan Dando, “I Wish I Were Him.” It earned the Beastie Boys’ patronage, and the Aussie teen recorded two solo albums for Grand Royal, the latter…
After his departure from the Byrds in the mid-’60s, late Americana icon Gram Parsons envisioned “Cosmic American Music,” a savory stew of traditional country with flavors of rock ‘n’ roll, Southern soul/R&B, and gospel. Though some bands striving to follow in GP’s boot prints get the country-twang aspect, too many…
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…
I don’t know what it is, but I have a sick obsession with Japanese noise/punk music. Like, a for-real manic obsession bordering on a permanent stay in a padded cell at the loony bin.
I think the fixation started when I discovered John Zorn’s Naked City in the ’90s. Mind you, the sick-o group was made up by a bunch of maniacal white dudes (Zorn, Joey Baron, Bill Frisell, Wayne Horvitz, Fred Firth), but it’s Yamatsuka Eye’s Tasmanian Devil timbre on select LPs that speak to my inner weird-o. Plus, I love that Eye’s inaudible, wordless vocals are backed by an anything-goes, straitjacket-esque ensemble.
Not long ago, a three-CD, 50-track collection of America-themed songs that’s titled, appropriately enough, Song of America, arrived in stores. What’s so special about that? Well, aside from the fact that it features freak folker Devendra Banhart (“Little Boxes”) and Springsteen acolytes Marah (“John Brown’s Body”) alongside the likes of soul diva Bettye LaVette (“Streets of Philadelphia”) and Chevy rocker John Mellencamp (“This Land is Your Land”), the set was executive produced, oddly enough, by Clinton-era Attorney General Janet Reno (no, “Burning Down the House” isn’t on there, but thanks for playing). Apparently, she and her niece’s husband, a record producer, conceived the idea a few years ago, and even made a trip to the 2005 Grammys to get artists to sign on to the project. “I just hope that people will have the opportunity to hear [Song of America] and to see what songs can do to inspire and to motivate and to give people a sense of themselves,” Reno recently told NPR.
A lot of people out there despise the Aquabats with a passion. Jaded music critics, surly rock fans, and even the security thugs at Aquabats shows love to drink the hater-ade on the Orange County ska-pop group. They usually crack on their simplistic and silly lyrics, obnoxious stage antics, and ostentatious superhero costumes. One particularly nasty diss came from the pierced mouth of some bitter record clerk at Zia, who labeled them “KISS for 12-year-olds.”
I have a confession to make: Robots used to scare the shit outta me. I mean, really scare the shit outta me.
I don’t know what it was about automatons and androids, but during my pre-pubescent years, these mechanical menaces used to give me Texas Chainsaw Massacre-sized levels of terror, particularly the junky, lo-fi kind of machines that looked like they were cobbled together by some mad scientist. (Cartoon robots like The Transformers and Voltron were a-okay, though). Remember all those freaky mechanoids that filled that weird-ass, early ’80s video for “Rock It” by Herbie Hancock that aired in heavy rotation during MTV’s embryonic years? That shit used to give me nightmares, as did the vid for Lou Reed’s “No Money Down” (where a robotic doppelganger of the rock icon tears its face to shreds).
If the massive rainstorms that’ve been plaguing the Valley today have given you second thoughts about checking out The Locust’s scheduled gig tonight at The Sets in Tempe, it’s kind of a good thing, since we just got word that the show (which was being put on by local concert powerhouse Lucky Man) has been axed.
