Few bands are anywhere near as funny as they think they are — The Dag Nabbit Stubbs is an exception. I mean, they’re not, like hilarious, but they play their hand for all it’s worth, backing up their redneck rock posturing with a sound like what the dead and zombified…
Much more of this in the slideshow.So we were basically feeling like poo-poo during this entire holiday season. We got the crud and it refused to go away. So it wasn’t until way after New Year’s Eve that we could even consider getting back to our partying ways.We were feeling…
This week’s Flier of the Week only hits at an explanation of the spectacle which is a Bob Long III show. I’m not going to bother to explain the concept of “Boob Scotch” to you myself, but you can read all about Log on wikipedia or you can venture over…
Imagine, if you will, that this is one of those Choose Your Own Adventure books. First things first: Do you like ska? Are you not annoyed by white dudes playing reggae? Do you like neat little hats and fedoras? If you answered yes to any of these questions, keep on…
Besides being most identified as the poster boys for the mid-’90s ska explosion, the members of smart-alecky Orange County outfit Reel Big Fish are somewhat infamous for their goofy covers of ’80s hits. Frontman/guitarist Aaron Barrett and crew have quite the hard-on for performing send-up songs at gigs or on…
Younger generations may not know him outside his appearance in the 1994 college comedy PCU and Dr. Dre sampling his work, but 67-year-old funk pioneer George Clinton is still grinding away, touring the nation. The former staff songwriter for Motown is bringing his iconic band of psychedelic misfits, Parliament Funkadelic,…
If there’s one thing that the ‘Nix has its fair share of, it’s DJ collectives. There’s the VinylTech DJs (who do the house music thing), the Overmind Works crew (focusing on psytrance and downtempo jams), and the Ultra Lounge DJs (who are all over the musical map). But none of…
Always Randy’s Protect Your Nuts is exactly the kind of record we have Your Asked For It to review. Truthfully, there’s little chance I’d pop in an album with a cover featuring three semi-mulleted old dudes wielding baseball bats and a guitar in front of a background of peanut shells…
This is the good stuff. Check the slideshow.So after a million different holiday functions (we come from a broken family – it tends to extend such celebrations), we needed something to break up the wholesome time. And with time running out for the long weekend, we decided to check out…
Tempe’s The Maine has MySpace tweens and teens eating out of their hands. And can you blame them? With their emo haircuts, skinny jeans, and songs filled with bouncy choruses about girls, love, and boys who just want to have fun, it’s not hard to see their charm. MTV has…
With its two final out-of-town members making the big move from Flagstaff to Phoenix, Caecelia is ready to unleash its unique brand of indie/electronic music on the Valley. The band’s keyboards, guitars, and cello are the perfect complement to its heavily electronic sound. Caecelia’s music is filled with angst-ridden lyrics,…
How do you want to spend your New Year’s “Rockin'” Eve? At home, sitting on the couch watching Ryan Seacrest struggle to host another bloated celebration from Times Square, biding your time until the ball drops? Sure, that telecast will feature some more popular artists performing their hits, but those…
A decade ago, the neo-swing movement was in, er, full swing. That damned commercial for The Gap, featuring models foxtrotting and Lindy-hopping to Louis Prima, was cluttering our TV screens, and the retro wailing of Big Bad Voodoo Daddy and The Royal Crown Revue was choking the airwaves. Near the…
If nothing else, we can thank Styx for burning the phrase “domo arigato, Mr. Roboto” into the public’s memory — forever. Though the band is most respected for the string of staple hits it contributed in the ’70s, it is remembered, like an athlete who hung just a bit too…
When it comes to metal, humor is as dead a horse as you can get. Let’s face it: In the post-GWAR era, there arguably isn’t any new boundary of shtick that hasn’t been breached. Yet bands keep on flogging away. And, while the boneheaded insistence on sophomoric humor results in…
If anybody deserves to celebrate this weekend’s debut of P-town’s newfangled Metro light-rail system, it’s the party people down at Homme Lounge. Like many along Camelback Road, the staff and patronage of the ultra-fly nightspot have suffered through the seemingly endless track construction that snarled traffic and caused massive headaches…
Neil Percival Young during the late ’60s. Here’s some irony for you. In November 1968, future rock ‘n’ roll hall of famer Neil Young was paralyzed with fear before his solo show at the Canterbury House in Ann Arbor. According to a recent NPR story on the music legend, he…
Bartenders make it aaallllllll better. Slideshow.The Southwest corner of 7th Ave and McDowell has rocked a pretty decent daytime clientele since Starbucks and Pei Wei took over the building. Now, we expect that corner to be bumpin’ well until last call with the new addition of SideBar. This hot little…
This week’s Flier of the Week mostly makes the cut cuz it’s very interesting, but the bands are worth checking out too. Our Night & Day section had a little advance of the show, tonight at Trunk Space, which has Alas Alak Alaska headlining so check that out. –Martin Cizmar…
Around this time last year in these pages, I noted that a shit-ton of ancient hardcore punk bands are still regularly out on the road, and that “if you actually go see some of these crusty, old lifers, more often than not they can bring it like it’s still 1983.”…
Wading through the horde of indie pop coming out of Carefree/Cave Creek is no easy task. Well, maybe it’s a little easier than expected, thanks to goofballs Stefan Pruett and Johnny O’Keefe, better known to the world as Peachcake. The duo is about to release its first LP, What Year…
Phoenix isn’t anywhere near topping the list of the punkest cities in the U.S. Not even close. Burgs like New York City, Frisco, and Detroit have always, and will always, be far more famous for their contributions to the world of Mohawks and three-chord thunder than our fair city ever…
