One of indie rock’s most enjoyable new bands, Rilo Kiley’s led by former child actors Blake Sennett and Jenny Lewis — though it’s the latter’s sexy singing and thoughtful lyricism that truly elevates the band. Saddle Creek released 2002’s The Execution of All Things, a stunning album that mixed country…
This just in: Travis Morrison is teaming up with Sonic Youth, the Flaming Lips, and Liz Phair for the “Pitchfork Hates Us!” tour. Okay, not really, but Mr. Morrison did just join the elite circle of artists who’ve earned a coveted “0.0” album review from that online arbiter of all…
Drummer Scott Phillips doesn’t seem to shed a tear over his former band, Creed, being finished now that he and Creed guitarist Mark Tremonti, ousted Creed bassist Brian Marshall, and ex-Mayfield Four frontman Myles Kennedy are starting anew as Alter Bridge. He relishes the new democratic songwriting process and even…
When we first saw a club night called Inferno, we thought perhaps our nightlife columnists Kreme and Jett were moonlighting on us, perhaps hosting a lesbian all-you-can-eat buffet dance party. But damn, no such luck. Instead, Inferno (at Anderson’s Fifth Estate on Friday nights) is a backwash of underground ’80s…
Men who treat their women badly, beware: W.C. Clark could steal your woman. He made a whole CD called Deep In The Heart — rich with Memphis soul, Texas blues, and contemporary R&B — seemingly dedicated to that task. “Her husband had his chances /he didn’t treat her right/instead of…
Does anyone remember any of those overhyped Radiohead wannabes who blanketed the marketplace at the turn of the century? Vaguely, right? Ultimately, most of them ended up offering little more than fashionable dystopia, but Clinic stands as an important exception. The band members’ surgical scrubs attire a silly shtick; they…
Primus main man Les Claypool is the undisputed king of the weirdo side project. Lessee, there’s Les Claypool & the Holy Mackerel, a twisted-pop spin on Primus’ chunky alt-prog metal-funk that featured a rant from Henry Rollins and lots of bowed handsaw. There’s Oysterhead, his jam-rock collaboration with Phish frontman…
Joe Cartagena, a.k.a. Fat Joe, is one of mainstream hip-hop’s few Latino rappers, as well as the rare bird able to establish a decade-long track record of success. Hailing from hip-hop hot spot the South Bronx, Joe came out of the box swinging, scoring the number one rap single, “Flow…
After Skinny Puppy’s disastrous recording session for 1996’s The Process, the industrial band vowed to break up for good. Musician Dwayne Goettel, who died of a drug overdose in 1995, was noticeably absent, and earthquakes rattled the session, as did an injury to musician Cevin Key. “It was just horrible…
Often it’s less about creating the sound than crystallizing it. By the time Taking Back Sunday released its first album, 2002’s Tell All Your Friends, emo had been around for years; in fact, guitarist Ed Reyes was in the popular early adherent Movielife. TBS had all the requisite moves –…
While NYC’s Native Tongues posse was kicking off “conscious rap” with acts such as A Tribe Called Quest and De La Soul, Aceyalone was inaugurating the West Coast alternative, Freestyle Fellowship. Nowhere near as successful as the aforementioned groups, nonetheless it planted the seeds for later groups such as Jurassic…
The Silos were alternative-country before alternative-country was cool. Yes, that means the ’80s, when country music was just as tarted up and synthy as hair farmer bands were. Before Uncle Tupelo put a stamp on it and called it No Depression, there was the Silos. Led by Walter Salas-Humara, the…
The whole girl-with-a-guitar genre is like your first “A Woman Needs a Man Like a Fish Needs a Bicycle” bumper sticker: Its overt earnestness is initially very empowering and, subsequently, extremely embarrassing once you’ve moved out of the dorm and into the messy, “post-feminist” world full of things like strap-ons…
In contrast to the starry-eyed ode to Southern California that was So Much For The City, The Thrills’ sunny sentiments grow cloudy on its sophomore outing, Let’s Bottle Bohemia. The Irish quintet still mines retro references — guests such as former Beach Boys collaborator Van Dyke Parks and arranger Michel…
The voice and vintage-R&B vibe of Joss Stone’s 2003 debut, The Soul Sessions, were so at odds with reality — how could the second coming of Aretha be a lily-white British teen? — that it’s still hard to believe. But not only does Mind, Body & Soul repeat the trick,…
Richmond, Virginia’s Lamb of God is a refreshing anomaly in the world of mainstream metal. They love a swinging 6/8 beat more than a solid 4/4 thud, they feature a clean-shaven guy with short hair, and on Ashes of the Wake, their third album, they espouse a staunchly anti-Dubya, heartily…
After a quarter-century of showing so-called punks what it really means to be radical, Dutch cult favorites the Ex still have a lot to say. Combining full-throttle aggression with well-crafted arrangements and brazen experimentalism, the group’s latest two-CD set is variously witty and didactic, earnest and ironic, poetic, political, and…
Hip-hop fans who can’t wait for Little Brother’s major-label debut on Atlantic next year should pick up Foreign Exchange’s Connected. The result of a collaboration, initiated by telephone, between Dutch producer Nicolay and Little Brother rapper/vocalist Phonte, it finds the latter riffing with various MC friends on real-talk issues over…
Hipster street hustlers are secretly celebrating the impending visit of the Nova Scotian ratfish, a.k.a. Richard Terfly, a.k.a. Buck 65, this Sunday, October 17, at the P.I. in Tempe. (A “ratfish” is born a Pisces in the year of the rat, if you don’t know). Buck 65 hit the scene…
Much has been made about the fact that Treble & Tremble, Earlimart’s latest album, was influenced by the death of the band’s friend Elliott Smith. But you don’t need to be enamored of Smith’s moody melancholy to appreciate the growth of this band from Grandaddy wanna-bes into formidable, thoughtful craftsmen…
Under the name Badly Drawn Boy, Damon Gough’s first album, The Hour of Bewilderbeast, was one of those works of shining brilliance that tend to haunt their creator, as critics often dash an artist’s every ensuing effort against that definitive debut. The ghost of Bewilderbeast rattles some chains on BDB’s…
Today’s rap game is suffocating in the stale humidity produced by a slew of blowhard MCs. As sweat seeps through its pores like slow lava, out of nowhere appears the Pharcyde with an ice-cold pitcher of Arnold Palmers and a platter of fresh fruit in the form of Humboldt Beginnings…
