Punk has grown as a term to encompass an eclectic array of approaches, and its infiltration of guitar-based underground music is now so complete that everything that’s at least midtempo seems to bear some imprint of the style. It’s to the point where calling a band punk is no more…
Perhaps it’s the omnipresent gray skies, but whatever the cause, the Brits are masters of a strain of gloomy romanticism traceable from Bowie to Blancmange to Morrissey. NYC quartet Elefant channels this dark, synth-driven pop sound (which hit its high-water mark during New Wave’s ’80s reign) with supple melodies and…
Y’all rellies ready to get your gurp on? Kill Mill resident DJs Foundation, Dirty Napz, and Ether One are bringing that crazy-ass Z-Man, the verbal innovator, and Awol One, of the Shape Shifters, to town on Tuesday, January 18. It’s a duo not to be missed; Z-Man is one of…
In the popular imagination, Grammy equals fame and fortune, but it’s unlikely most people reading this will know the name of Grammy-winning troubadour and storyteller David Holt. Holt (an O Brother alumnus) plays washboard, banjo, guitar, harmonica, spoons, bones and other instruments, sometimes all at the same time, with a…
Cutthroat Logic is “representin’ Phoenix to tha fullest.” The band’s song “Phire City” may be the best hip-hop shout-out ever to our desert metropolis, with flows like “I’m from where it’s hotter than fuck/And all they bump on the radio is the most commercial rap/Eminem, Puff, or P-Diddy/Whatever the fuck,…
Here’s a band that’s a cluster of contradictions. It’s called Bowling for Soup, but the members are admittedly terrible bowlers and not big fans of soup. It’s a punk band, but it was nominated for the “Best Pop Performance by a Duo or Group” Grammy in 2003. It’s made up…
1. Arcade Fire, Funeral (Merge) 2. Handsome Boy Modeling School, White People (Elektra) 3. Pinback, Summer in Abaddon (Touch & Go) 4. Tom Waits, Real Gone (Epitaph) 5. Elliott Smith, From a Basement on the Hill (Anti) 6. Joanna Newsom, Milk-Eyed Mender (Drag City/Caroline) 7. Kings of Convenience, Riot on…
What? You’ve never chain-smoked three packs of unfiltered cigarettes, gone without seeing daylight for six weeks straight, sauntered around town with a dime-store noir in the back pocket of gasoline-soaked jeans, nodded off in the corner in a heroin stupor, or screeched through the dodgiest part of town in a…
Wes Anderson’s new film is his moodiest, most adult yet: Bill Murray’s Steve Zissou, a washed-up oceanographer-filmmaker plainly modeled after Jacques Cousteau, has a heart of gold, of course, but he also curses and behaves irrationally and commands unpaid interns to make him lattes on stolen espresso machines. The film’s…
Junior Kimbrough was a bluesman from the north Mississippi hill country, far enough from the delta to escape the encroachment of most modern conveniences. It was there, removed from outside influences, that Kimbrough developed his wild-ass, uncontrolled style, with rhythms full of unexpected twists and turns and a primal vocal…
“It’s all downhill from here,” Eryn Young declaims on “The Last Migration,” and the band makes good on its threat with a sinister disc overflowing with bleak melodies and an atmosphere fueled by an unlikely mix of electronica and Americana. This husband-and-wife team occupies a space somewhere between the Handsome…
If you didn’t know otherwise while listening to this spellbinding EP, you might swear it’s a recently unearthed Alan Lomax field recording from the 1930s rather than the product of a contemporary alt-folk singer-songwriter. Seattleite Jurado generates that no-fi vibe through the use of “salvaged” reel-to-reel tape (in all its…
With the recent (but supposedly temporary) closing of the Priceless Inn/Boston’s, home of the weekly Blunt Club hip-hop extravaganza, local heads might be worried about filling their nighttime schedules with enough beats and rhymes to keep them from withdrawal convulsions. For now, fear not — Universatile Music, which has brought…
It’s been decades since Chuck Berry merged country and blues pickin’ to write the book on rock ‘n’ roll guitar, and while white Nashville and black Memphis are in the same state, sharing the same cultural roots, you’d never know it unless you’re a roots-music fanatic. Jesse Dayton may not…
The ominous grooves that Shivaree creates for its tales of treachery, frustrated sexuality and emotional defeat sound like the music escaping a carny sideshow tent after midnight. Eerie hints of tango, girl-group R&B, spaghetti Western guitar and musical saw all drift through the music’s disjointed landscapes, weaving a spell that…
You’d need a thousand tongues to taste every culture in New Orleans, and a four-CD boxed set with an 82-page, full-color book to appreciate the sundry musical styles meshing within the Big Easy. Doctors, Professors, Kings & Queens: The Big Ol’ Box of New Orleans contains more than five hours…
Casket Life’s latest press release jokes that the Tempe punk quintet’s plans for 2005 include heavy drinking, but it’s clear from the band’s brief résumé that time spent at the bar hasn’t gotten in the way of kicking ass onstage or in the recording studio. Since forming less than two…
Texas’ state motto is “Don’t mess with Texas.” Texas psychobilly rocker Jim Heath (a.k.a. the Reverend Horton Heat) has his own take on it: “Don’t mess with a man’s hat.” At a show in Indianapolis in 1999, a frisky female fan grabbed the hat off Heath’s head and promptly received…
1. Ludacris, Red Light District (Def Jam) 2. Green Day, American Idiot (Warner Bros.) 3. Gwen Stefani, Love, Angel, Music, Baby (Interscope) 4. Nas, Street’s Disciple (Sony) 5. Arcade Fire, Funeral (Merge) 6. Elliott Smith, From a Basement on the Hill (Anti) 7. Handsome Boy Modeling School, White People (Elektra)…
Is your wallet feeling a bit light after all that holiday shopping? Run down to the Salt River Saloon (605 South Mill Avenue in Tempe) on Tuesday, December 28, and enjoy an economical night of beats and rhymes at Kill Mill, Blow Up Co-op’s weekly hip-hop night with special guest…
For the ethnomusicologist in your life who has everything, The Rose & the Briar and its accompanying book of the same name (published by W.W. Norton) would make a dandy present. Greil Marcus and Sean Wilentz are responsible for both, and they each attempt to define the American ballad, a…
Damn! Did you hear that shit? Sounded like some thunderclap of female rage coming from the direction of Santa Cruz. It’s probably just Moana, the lead screamer, er, singer for Stalins War, the punk buzzbombs who blast out a feverish hybrid of hardcore energy and heavy-metal madness, occasionally switching up…
