Charlie Levy of Stateside Presents ain’t gonna dig this edition of Future Shock, and neither will Jeremiah Gratza of President Gator, nor the folks behind Select Shows, or Live Nation. That’s because this week’s lineup of “just announced” concerts coming to the Valley is extremely heavy on shows being promoted by their biggest competitor, Lucky Man.
Here’s part two of New Times’ August 15th interview with Sacred Reich/Human Condition guitarist Wiley Arnett.
Albert Lineses III is a student of Socrates and Sun Tzu. He’s also a Catholic-turned-Buddhist turntablist and hip-hop and party rock DJ from the south side of Phoenix. Like his penchant for stalwart theories of philosophy and spirituality, his spin-side manner leans toward the wise and the elevated. “I have…
Miranda Lambert has sung about dousing exes in kerosene for their no-good ways, and on her sophomore effort, Crazy Ex-Girlfriend, the country star takes aim at a few more men who have done her wrong. All twang and laughs, she recently spent some time talking about why you don’t mess…
Death metal legends Cannibal Corpse released one of their most brutal records to date in last year’s Kill (Metal Blade), an album full of songs with tasty titles like “Necrosadistic Warning” and “Submerged in Boiling Flesh.” The latter describes a dish fit only for stomachs of steel (or Jeffrey Dahmer):…
In an monster-length interview that took place (on August 15th) shortly before the D-Low memorial concert, former Sacred Reich guitarist Wiley Arnett spoke at length with New Times correspondent (and avowed Sacred Reich fan) Saby Reyes-Kulkarni about the band’s heyday, as well as his new band, The Human Condition. Part one of the complete transcript follows:
Guitarist Sean Bonnette is playing his acoustic ax like a troubadour on crank. The 21-year-old scruffy-haired musician is a supernova of manic energy, ripping vicious riffs onstage at the Trunk Space in downtown Phoenix as the frontman for folk-punk trio Andrew Jackson Jihad. His right hand is a furious blur…
This year’s “D-Low Memorial Show,” with Sacred Reich, Car Bomb, Soulfly, and The Cavalera Conspiracy, certainly boasts one of the most exciting lineups in the history of the event. With brothers (and former Sepultura cornerstones) Max and Igor Cavalera in the lineup, The Cavalera Conspiracy’s live debut gives the show…
To some, Billy Childish will come off as a crank. He’s outspoken and has little patience for authority or institutions. It’s the reason he was kicked out of St. Martin’s School of Art in England when he was 16. You might call him a primitivist for the raw, gut-level attack…
I learned a few things at the Slayer/Marilyn Manson show:
1) Slayer becomes more aggressive and tight as the band’s brutal set wears on.
2) Marilyn Manson is a consummate performer, but looks better clothed.
3) Some stereotypes are stereotypes for a reason. The reason is they are true.
Should Amy Winehouse go to rehab? Should she retire from music? Should she divorce her husband? Does anybody care?
Get ready to crank your credit cards, PHX folks, ‘cause Future Shock’s back with the latest “just announced” concerts coming to town. This week’s edition is like a rock ‘n’ roll Baskin Robins, beeyotch, with acts representing the many different flavors the genre has to offer, from indie to emo to straight-out bizarro.
When we think of Willy Wonka, we think of a busy-bee eccentric, an inventor of sweet treats that capture the world’s imagination, a dude who’s content to plod away in a bizarre factory while ignoring societal norms in the process. So it’s fitting that a friend of Alex Votichenko (better…
Rich, hardcore jazz fans are different from you and me. They demand utter dedication to this art form from both artist and listener. Jazz is America’s “classical music” — serious, high art — and, to the aficionado, “pure” jazz is the only worthwhile music, period. Those folks have already stopped…
After a four-year absence, Marilyn Manson has returned to the public eye in the video for “Heart-Shaped Glasses,” porking his barely legal girlfriend in a rain of blood. That kind of flashy, trashy imagery may prevent Manson from ever being taken seriously as a credible artist (at least by the…
We’re debuting a new feature with Up on the Sun where every Friday we’re gonna give you the heads up and 411 on any just announced kick-ass or big-ass concerts that will be visiting Valley venues in the coming months.
Whether it’s because he just finished watching some classic Queen concert footage on the bus, or because he generally likes to think big, Stars of Track and Field co-founder Kevin Calaba’s got some grand visions in mind for his own band’s live show. “In a perfect world, we’d headline and…
One or two of the acts on the “Hippiefest” tour would’ve spiced up the typical take-the-money-and-run oldies packages that plow through town every summer. But together, this package of ’60s acts truly shows remarkable breadth. The acts have retained their critical cachet and haven’t worn out their names with nostalgia…
Reading lengthy excerpts from Nikki Sixx’s memoir, The Heroin Diaries: A Year in the Life of a Shattered Rock Star (out September 18 from First MTV Books/Pocket Books), and listening to its accompanying soundtrack by his band Sixx: A.M. (out now on Eleven Seven Music) is like running up to…
Cary Brothers isn’t a household name yet, but it’s been pretty hard to escape his music ever since his acoustic ballad “Blue Eyes” appeared on the Grammy-winning soundtrack to 2004’s Garden State. In the interim, Brothers has released two EPs, and his folksy pop has served as the emotional backdrop…
Perhaps the anemic audience at the Sunset Festival caused Stiletto Formal singer Kyle Howard to dive off the balcony inside the Venue of Scottsdale toward uncertain injury (or at least certain expulsion from the club). Perhaps a caffeine binge caused Chronic Future to play an extra-long set. Maybe mental lapses forced Peachcake to eat itself upon a big plate of silly string. Whatever the reasons for the all grandstanding, everybody who wasn’t among the 400-or-so people at the show missed a spectacle. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
When I was a young squirt, I used to marvel at the crude horsepower chugging beneath the hoods of the buses that carted me to school each morn. The vaguely angry man who sat astride the driver’s seat of our mighty yellow stallion would struggle and wrestle with the great steel stick shifter, and our bodies would lurch and thud around the seats as we hurtled towards our educational destinations. More tank than Cadillac, they weren’t thoroughbred prizewinners, but they still wore the pants in the child-transportation business.
Well, a similar dosage of horsepower seems to lie behind the motormouth indie rap songs of the other busdriver, Busdriver, nee Regan Farquhar, whose surreal, tongue-twisting, jazz-influenced outbursts splatter the listener with tales of liberal failure and indie rap woes. Busdriver is the spawn of Project Blowed, the L.A. underground rap collective responsible for attacking the typical boring rap status quo (bitches/hos/etc.). He blasted off in the early nineties doing open mic nights at the Good Life Café in South Central L.A., and has since been weaned on the fulsome dugs of such luminaries as Abstract Rude and Aceyalone.
In his songs Busdriver takes a good look around, whittles folkloric-type figurines from what he sees, and deploys them in a rapid fire barrage of abstract metaphors, surreal images and sarcastic brickbats that lodge in your language centers and blossom into pleasurable interior explosions. His flow is fast as tarnation and he works with producers ranging from Nobody and Boom Bip (on his latest platter, RoadkillOvercoat) to Daddy Kev, who aren’t afraid to cop licks from Bach, Can, and vocalese jazz records. His voice has been described as “Aesop Rock impersonating Will Smith impersonating a white guy,” a description I can’t top, and his delivery is generally staccato and heavy on ye olde sarcasm.
