On its third studio album, Daft Punk lays on the irony as thickly as the distortion. Ditching the glittery nouveau-disco textures of 2001’s Discovery, the French duo renovates the gnarly crusts of tweaked noise that animated the best cuts on its debut disc, Homework. They loop absurdly rudimentary synth riffs…
As befits a band that’s a teen-culture purist’s dream, Ash spent part of the four years since its last album producing its own horror movie. Innocent of all things emo or artsy on its new album Meltdown, Tim Wheeler’s Belfast quartet rips through glam-casual anthems about clones, vampires and breath-stealing…
The Rogue, south Scottsdale’s infamous punk rock bar, isn’t normally the sort of place you’re likely to see people bustin’ out dance moves. But lately it’s been known to happen, according to DJ William, host of the almost-two-months-old Shake! night on Saturdays. “It’s not really a dance night, but people…
Shooter is the son of Waylon Jennings and Jessi Colter, and knows expectations can scuttle a career before it starts. Sound too much like dad and you’re a sellout; sound too different and you’re being ornery. Shooter left Nashville for Los Angeles, hoping to avoid the inevitable comparisons, and put…
Kasabian is scheduled to perform with The Music, and Morningwood, on Tuesday, March 15, at the Marquee Theatre in Tempe.
Ben Nichols was a child of punk, inducted as a youth into the underground world of VFW halls, basement shows and illegal public park performances rife with underage drinking. When he started Lucero after moving to Memphis, it was something of a lark to cheese off his old punk cronies…
This Northwestern quintet plays jagged post-punk with a dash of goth verve (thanks to keyboards and singer Andrea Zollo), sounding like Siouxsie Sue fronting Fugazi. Formed with ex-Murder City Devils bassist Derek Fudesco shortly after that act’s demise in 2001, Pretty Girls has put out two full-lengths, progressing from West…
Awrite, Alex Kapranos frae Franz Ferdinand here. Since ye can’t gie pest one article abit our friends an’ occasional toormates frae th’ U.K., The Futureheads, withit some loon “joornalist” comparin’ or relatin’ them tae mah bain, Franz Ferdinand, ah thoot I’d jist sae ‘a fook th’ trooble an’ shaw up…
Imagining next year’s alt-rock “Class of ’96” reunion . . . “Look over there,” says Duncan Sheik to Tracy Bonham. “It’s the singer from Dishwalla!” “Wow,” Bonham replies. “Instead of ‘Counting Blue Cars,’ I hear he’s washing blue cars these days.” “Oh, you are so terrible,” Sheik says, laughing. “Hey,…
If Fast Food Nation and Super Size Me didn’t steer you (no pun intended) away from the McDonald’s drive-through, listening to vegetarian grindcore warriors Cattle Decapitation’s “Lips & Assholes” as you’re about to pull up to order that Big Mac just might: “The juice off the floor becomes an additive/A…
This Michigan quintet sounds like the orphaned children of several genres, mixing supple post-punk, a distortion-drenched wall of guitar riffing, and indie rock melodicism in a gumbo of dynamics and aggression. There are echoes of emo in the band’s ’90s alt-rock influences; some tracks stumble forward, limping with obvious pain…
If you wonder why former Clive Davis wonderchild Whitney Houston is such a mess these days, look no further than current Clive Davis wonderchild Alicia Keys, who has not only excellent pipes but jaw-dropping songwriting skills that she’s been showcasing since age 14. Without the vocal conceit a diva like…
1. 50 Cent, The Massacre (Aftermath) 2. Mars Volta, Frances the Mute (Universal) 3. Jack Johnson, In Between Dreams (Universal) 4. Judas Priest, Angel of Retribution (Sony) 5. Green Day, American Idiot (Warner Bros.) 6. Norma Jean, O God the Aftermath (Tooth & Nail) 7. The Game, The Documentary (Aftermath)…
Since there’s only room for one indie rock savior at a time, Okkervil River leader Will Sheff currently gets to play Mark Lanegan to Conor Oberst’s Kurt Cobain. Sheff’s an equally gifted songwriter with moderately similar stylistic sensibilities, but sans Oberst’s magazine covers and prominent positioning on Wal-Mart CD racks…
Hella is a two-piece that must be seen to be appreciated. It’s not an extensive visual display, just the breathtaking spectacle of two musicians tangling with their instruments with an intensity reserved for assailants in a back-alley knife fight. This shamanistic experimental rock duo is what jam bands would sound…
Dave Insley arrived in Arizona straight off a Kansas wheat farm, initially playing guitar in honky-tonks around Wickenburg, Yarnell and Payson before settling in Tempe in 1979 — where he suddenly found himself playing traditional country for punks more accustomed to Jodie Foster’s Army and the Meat Puppets. To fit…
Beat addicts, here’s your chance to see the ‘Nix’s next superstar DJs in their larva stages at our own New Times DJ Competition, Friday, March 11, at Myst (7340 East Shoeman Lane in Scottsdale). The finalists are DJs Matty, Sean Morley, Soloman, Sonique des Fleurs, and Tranzit, and after their…
Yikes, what hath the Darkness wrought? It was only a matter of time before you’d want hammy operatic shrieking delivered by a chick who could scale heights even gonads scrunched up in spandex never dreamed of visiting. The idea of bearing witness to the spectacle of head-splitting Stephonik X and…
A band had better have a double keg of chutzpah on hand when its idol and main influence is in the room. Luckily for the Yuppie Pricks, Jello Biafra has a sense of humor — one that the band has appropriated, along with the grubby urgency of the Dead Kennedys’…
If you were driving cross-country in the ’50s and ’60s, you prayed for sundown, because after dark, you picked up the signals of outlaw Mexican radio giants XERB, XEG and XERF. Long before the FM revolution, the X stations played an eclectic mix of honky-tonk, blues, Texas swing, norteño, and…
On A Healthy Distrust, rapper Sage Francis’ solo debut for Epitaph, a predominantly punk label, the New England native teams up with producer Dangermouse (of Grey Album fame) for “Gunz Yo,” the first song to address hip-hop’s firearms fixation in academic terms. On it, Francis lambastes “a homophobic rapper/Unaware of…
Bullet Train to Moscow is back with a spankin’ new self-titled disc, and fans will surely be pleased to have it in their hands. Bullet Train blasts through 14 songs that are everything you’d expect from this local five-piece: fast, fun, and a little funny. Billing itself as an “every…
