The five members of Eisley are irrefutable proof that some familial gene pools are just better than others. Consider the four siblings and one cousin who all share the name DuPree: With fanciful, elegant arrangements and luminous vocal harmonies, they elevate what would otherwise be basic dream pop into something…
1. Built to Spill, You in Reverse (Warner Bros.) 2. Calexico, Garden Ruin (Dig) (Quarter Stick) 3. Band of Horses, Everything All the Time (Sub Pop) 4. Flaming Lips, At War With the Mystics (Warner Bros.) 5. 2Mex & Life Rexall Are $martyr, Money Symbol Martyrs (Cornerstone Ras Inc.) 6…
Damn, brah, what to do on 4/20, yo? The magically puffalicious date only rolls around once a year, and any hardcore smoke aficionado uses it as an excuse for a day filled with bong rips and heavy snacking — kind of funny, since according to Snopes.com, our favorite urban-legend debunker,…
In a past life, the arena-striding Goo Goo Dolls were thought quaint by their critics and artsier alt peers: too in love with their punk heroes, too working-class sentimental, too straight rock. Well, they got the last laugh when the money rolled in. But while re-creating the success of the…
While the current British Invasion is wearing a bit — particularly when the bands are seemingly interchangeable and all apparently worship at the altar of Ian Curtis — the very clearly British foursome The Rakes don’t appear so tiresome. The London band’s ADD-influenced, punk-tinged tracks on their debut contain a…
So, Tub Ring is playing the PHiX. “Who the hell is Tub Ring,” you ask? Only Chicago’s premier experimental rawk practitioners, a band that tastefully merges the off-the-wall crush of Tomahawk with the pop appeal of Only a Lad-era Oingo Boingo. Tub Ring has also toured relentlessly with acts like…
Revolution-building is painful, thankless, hard work. Immortal Technique isn’t only a self-styled revolutionary, however, but a battle MC, so his withering critiques of politicians, capitalist pigs and cultural cowards are served through incendiary, violent language — you can usually hear the weariness and strain in his voice. He raps the…
When his sex tape went public earlier this year, it merely cemented Kid Rock’s nose-dive into that tacky level of celebrity culture where talent means less than tabloid notoriety, where people know you’re famous but can’t remember for what. Rock’s artistic standing wasn’t always so pathetic: The rap-rock jokester exploded…
In an attempt to give light to forgotten (though pivotal) singles from the heyday of the San Fran/Oakland funk/soul diaspora, Luv N’Haight launched in 1990. Fifty records later, the label shows no signs of slowing, as Bay Area Funk 2 proves. Like with many compilations of this nature, there are…
The smorgasbord of rock ‘n’ roll has included Hispanic/American culture clashes in the past: Santana, Los Lobos, War. Add to that list Brooklyn’s Cordero, a fab foursome featuring the bilingual songs of guitarist/singer Ani Cordero, a self-described “Georgia-Rican.” With guitar, trumpet, bass and drums, the band unaffectedly blends minimalist, sinewy…
It’s hard to say whether Kori Gardner and Jason Hammel, the married music makers known as Mates of State, have inspired more flat-out envy for making lovey-dovey, knowing glances at each other onstage, or for simply defying that old rule about romance dooming a band (Bring It Back is their…
Wayne Coyne promised a return to the guitar-grinding Flaming Lips of yore with At War With the Mystics, and he does deliver — kinda. Just like the Oklahoma freak-rockers’ ADD stage show, there’s more of everything here, with guitars being just another sliver of the whole gonzo pie: more studio…
We can all agree that Lemmy Kilmister owns the coolest name in all of metal history, but coming in a close second is Trey Azagthoth — leader of the long-running death metal outfit Morbid Angel — who sounds like he should hail from the frozen blackness of upper Finland but…
1. T.I. , King (Atlantic) 2. Paul Wall, The Peoples Champ (Atlantic) 3. E-40, My Ghetto Report Card (Warner Bros) 4. LL Cool J, Todd Smith (Def Jam) 5. James Blunt, Back to Bedlam (Atlantic) 6. Toby Keith, White Trash With Money (Show Dog Nashville) 7. Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Show…
Jacques Brel and Morrissey walk into a bar. As Kurt Weill pours the Maker’s and glasses are raised, Marlene Dietrich pulls up a barstool. The liquor flows and the conversation percolates. Dietrich is considering a sex change, Brel can’t stop talking about abortions and the Holocaust, and Morrissey keeps bringing…
Chicago’s Carl Mitchell, a.k.a. Twista, isn’t a musical or lyrical innovator, but he’s got the fastest tongue in hip-hop, and his quick spitting — and the collaborators he’s attracted as a result — helps explain why his career’s on the upswing after nearly a decade in the game. His verbal…
Lila Downs wowed audiences as the tango singer in Salma Hayek’s Frida and won a Latin Grammy for Best Folk Album for Una Sangre (One Blood), which blended Mexican folk music with hip-hop and world beats from the Caribbean, Latin America and the Middle East. The arrangements on La Cantina:…
Opportunities for guilt-free — no, make that philanthropic — partying just don’t seem to happen enough, but this Saturday night’s MasquerAID gives you the chance to do just that. MasquerAID, at the Icehouse (429 West Jackson Street), is a benefit for the Susan G. Komen Breast Cancer Foundation and the…
It’s not uncommon to see art galleries doing double duty as live music venues around town, but music and art museums still don’t seem to mix. Not unless you count the unsung jazz and chamber music ensembles that give ambiance to events where guests are more into the cheese platter…
The title of this one’s a scam, as the 19-track comp only includes the earliest and latest of Johnny Thunders’ post-New York Dolls output, prior to his falling ill of leukemia, which caused complications that led to his death in ’91. But it does hit the obvious sweet spots (and…
A lot has been said about this Tucson man and his trademark public address system/helmet. Like, if Evel Knievel had been wearing Bob Log headgear back in the day, we would’ve heard “SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!” a whole mess of times as he plummeted down Snake River Canyon. And if Bob…
Despite the persistent hints of dread on Garden Ruin, Calexico manages its worried blues on these gracefully stripped-down acoustic numbers. After 10 years of sorting through multicultural influences, this Tucson collective has simplified its sound, allowing the occasional glockenspiel or Spanish lyric to gain a world-weary grandeur. Amidst the record’s…
