Tom VandenAvond embodies everything that makes alt-country awesome. He’s got a surly, drank-too-much-last-night-and-now-I-gotta-perform attitude, a killer take-no-shit slogan (“You may all go to Hell, and I will go to Texas”), and even an authentic trucker cap (no Hot Topic poseury here). One can hear wisps of such late greats as…
Y’all might be going to some fancy-ass party or hipster hootenanny on Sunday, December 31, but as for us, we’re going to Hell. More specifically, Club Hell’s nocturnal New Year’s Eve affair known as Hell’s Bells. The freaky fetishists, disturbing divas, and other assorted creatures of the night scene who…
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After a few weeks of hanging with crowds of casual kids, Club Candids needed to spice it up with something slightly more sophisticated, like Club io’s Million Dollar Mingle on Saturday, December 23. The patrons were polished, stylish and mackin’ like mad. This VIP night may be a weekly gig,…
I didn’t grow up with Xmas, Hannukah, Kwanzaa, or any other winter-time holidays – I was raised in a cult, which should surprise very few people that read my shit – but as I’ve acclimated to the real world with all its mistletoe and trees and menorahs, I’ve developed a…
This from Vil Vodka of Vodka Tonic Media and Hollywood Alley: Yesterday around 4pm we lossed one of the most important people of the Hollywood Alley staff: Lucy Wincek…or as many of you know her as “Ross’ mom”. Tom Reardon said it best Sunday night that many of us would…
It’s not a record deal or a spot at the Warped Tour (ugh), but Jumping Bomb Girls, a power-pop trio that Perihelion Arts impresario Miss Amy Young drums in has gotten props from the lefty website Salon.com. The Jumping Bomb Girls (whose name was inspired by old school WWF tag…
“I’m one of the top five hated people in the music industry,” says Nancy Stevens, the manager of local bands Violet Wild and Authority Zero and former program director of alt-rock radio station KEDJ. That statement might sound hyperbolic, but it’s pretty accurate. While running The Edge, Stevens pissed off…
“My meals are ravioli out of the can, and ramen. I came in here tonight with eight dollars in my pocket. I am so white trash.” Keith Mallette’s telling me all this to drive home that he’s not making any money with Hillgrass Bluebilly Entertainment, a local roots music promotion…
When we coughed up the seven bucks to get in the door at PHiX for the “Gothabilly Nitemare Before X-Mas!” show on Saturday, December 16, Grand Avenue was pretty damn quiet. Refusing to be discouraged, we entered the former motorcycle garage turned art and music venue to find an anorexic…
“People get caught up and lose everything they have trying to be famous. I like making safe, smart, calculated moves.” So says Will Glass, a.k.a. Intrinzik, during our sprawling discussion — and along the way, he’ll also advocate keeping a day job, having something to fall back on, and being…
Dear Santa, Thank you for giving us copies of Diana Krall’s Christmas Songs (Verve) and The Brian Setzer Orchestra’s Dig That Crazy Christmas (Surfdog) albums last year. We enjoyed Krall’s jazzy jams and Setzer’s superb swing while getting tipsy on whiskey-laden cider and Christmas greens. This year, we’ve found a…
The year is drawing to a close, and once again critics are at loggerheads wondering what the album of the year will be. In a year where no one release unzips its fly and pisses all over the competition from a lofty height, everyone is in complete agreement over which…
If you’ve ever been lucky enough to see The Cure live, The Cure — Festival 2005 (Geffen) live performance DVD is a reminder of that unique send-ya-to-the-moon experience that all Cure heads have come to know and love. After all, those of us here in the U.S. of A. need…
If it weren’t for Hillgrass Bluebilly, I might not have found this fantastic fictional band, which was featured (and murdered) in Rob Zombie’s movie The Devil’s Rejects. The songs here were actually written and recorded by Texas troubadour Jesse Dayton, whom I saw perform at a Hillgrass show this past…
If all that happens to us skin dolls after we die is an underground picnic for insects, well, my guess is that Blessedbethyname’s Eddie Kelly would have a lot of empty space on his hard drive. In the time that it took him to put his personal demons behind him,…
While it’s tempting to compare the Hidden Cameras’ Joel Gibb with other literate gay singer-songwriters, if Rufus Wainwright or Stephin Merritt were to sing about the joys of anal penetration or swallowing urine, it would be nothing short of hilarious. When Gibb does it, though, it’s barely even ironic; rather,…
Looks like it’s time for the ’90s indie rock revival. Sebadoh is reuniting for Noise Pop; the Silversun Pumpkins, er, Pick-ups are selling out venues left and right. Before you know it, rockers will be sucking down E’s and going all Madchester again. Leading the charge — not to Madchester,…
Although you may go to the Clubhouse Music Venue for Hoobastank’s catchy radio rock, you’ll want to arrive early for Agent Sparks’ sweet, eclectic melodies and dynamic live performance. The Los Angeles band, whose debut Red Rover was released earlier this year, combines complex keyboard and guitar layers with dueling…
You want The Truth? Can you handle The Truth? SoCal emo-metalcore sextet Bleeding Through’s third album hits like a falling anvil to the cranium: Ferocious blast-beats, crushing riffs galloping straight out of the Slayer/Biohazard playbook, and vocalist Brandan Schieppati’s evil demon-roar (and his occasional, requisite Mike Patton-esque crooning) are the…
He’s one of rock ‘n’ roll’s few legends with a beat named in his honor. And the weird thing is, Bo Diddley plays guitar, not drums. But as Diddley himself has explained, “I play the guitar as if I was playing the drums.” That much is true, although most drums…
