Sticking The Bled with the “hardcore” tag seems unfair. Pass the Flask, the young Tucson quintet’s 10-song, 38-minute full-length debut, is a much more ambitious undertaking than most of the so-called “screamo” records that have flooded the punk market over the past year. “A lot of the times in hardcore,…
Hip-hop progresses deep into the 21st century with the arrival of Quannum Projects producer Lyrics Born’s debut album Later That Day, an imaginative, future-looking, ass-quaking work of art. From the crew (once called Soulsides, now Quannum Projects) that first came together on the university campus in Davis, California, in the…
With Hot Shit, Sam Coomes and Janet Weiss of Qusai continue the get-in-the-van good fight. In the past, Quasi existed as a kind of musical juxtaposition: The duo was married but formed the band after its divorce, and though the music consisted of a big happy organ, in-the-pocket drums and…
“People accuse me of being a pussy. But that’s cool. I don’t care. ” Shawn Harrington sits quietly on the patio of the crowded sports bar McDuffy’s in Tempe, nursing a Corona. He squirms as he searches for the right words to describe his songwriting process, which has enabled him…
“My focus is on trying to convey the mood, the atmosphere inside his head, the red-headed stranger,’ the preacher that finds his wife and lover, kills them, and goes off on a killing spree. I wanted to convey the maelstrom, the loneliness he is feeling, instrumentally. I want the person…
Phoenix-bred duo The Format won a coveted major-label deal and got to tour on the WB’s dime and borrow Guns N’ Roses’ newest drummer — on the strength of just five songs and five live shows. Calling these guys unlikely rock stars is like calling an AK-47 a water pistol…
How can you not like a band that invites you to stop and sniff the glue in Teletubbyland? On Guitar Romantic, Portland’s Exploding Hearts restore the exuberance to rock ‘n’ roll. They make the White Stripes sound like a modern art installation. The dye may be fading on the Exploding…
In 2001, the unreleased album cover to the Coup’s Party Music, which showed group leader Boots gleefully detonating a bomb to blow up the World Trade Center, became a symbol of the post-9/11 debate between civil liberties and patriotism. Two years later, Sonic Jihad, the fifth album by Paris, the…
Sad and beautiful, the Handsome Family sounds like an eerie prairie wind knocking over a freaky-looking scarecrow. Singing about strangled women, insane farmers and blind men who hear angels whispering inside potatoes, this married couple of 15 years, Rennie and Brett Sparks, write lovely but gloomy songs that take place…
Kenny Chesney must be stewing. The cowrie shell, black-hat-wearing country star thrives on all things beach and Jimmy Buffett (see the song “No Shoes, No Shirt, No Problems”). For crying out loud, the guy’s new album is called All I Want for Christmas Is a Real Good Tan. So Chesney,…
Tattoos fade, piercings close, bad attitudes mellow — every punk’s gotta grow up. Unfortunately, the shoulders of the punk-rock highway are littered with the rusting remains of many a veteran outfit that refused to surrender their thrashy, sloppy, wanna-be-youthful fuck-all approach even after it had veered well into the caricature…
“Are you ready for more?” “Are you talking to me?” Just when the exported goods of New York’s renewed dalliance with the Trouser Press history of rock seemed to have expired, stellastarr* and its metallic brand of arty New Wave kicks off round two. Pretend it’s for the better, because…
F or the first time in 29 years, KISS’ Paul Stanley is warming the stage for another band. “Tonight we are celebrating life, liberty, and the pursuit of rock ‘n’ roll!” Stanley whinnies at Germain Amphitheater in Columbus, Ohio, on a recent August night, where KISS’ blockbuster tour with Aerosmith…
OutKast’s new album, Speakerboxxx/The Love Below, is a perplexing work. At times, it is sloppy and appealing; elsewhere, it is masterful and programmatic. There’s a circuslike atmosphere that infects it, a disease contracted from Prince’s overwhelmingly diverse Sign o’ the Times and shared by other overachieving acts like the Roots…
Okay, the hipsters in the reading public invariably know the Junior Senior shtick: one short, one tall; one straight, one gay; one skinny, one fat; one walrus-y, one indie good-looking (as opposed to model good-looking). They write slightly tinny, slightly wet Casio-disco-rock anthems about said topics. Every song is like…
Achtung, baby: I’m one of those soulless cranks who likes Liz Phair’s new record. A few weeks ago I argued elsewhere that the album’s four Matrix-produced songs “demonstrate how much room there is inside radio-pop sheen for actual emotional content” — particularly with regard to “the everyday compromises of single-momhood.”…
Like other Jamaican musicians of the ’60s, saxophonist Cedric Brooks didn’t choose to make ska, rock-steady and reggae — he got consumed by the dance culture that celebrated them. Brooks “always wanted to do the jazz situation,” he says in the liner notes of Cedric IM Brooks & The Light…
Thirtysomething R&B superstar R. Kelly stands accused of taping himself having sex with underage girls and collecting child pornography. Hard to believe any songwriter in that position would want to mine his libido for fresh material — and yet the out-on-bail Kelly has done nothing to temper the boldness of…
The Boston trio Morphine made a compelling argument for avant-garde minimalism in the ’90s. It relied on tenor saxophone, drums and especially bandleader Mark Sandman’s funky two-string bass playing. While the rockin’ 1993 album Cure for Pain solidified the band’s place among hipsters, its work grew more challenging and sensuous…
An old roommate once offered a thought: “Dude, is there any popular music from Germany that doesn’t suck?!” In thinking about it, he had a point — this is a country that made that Hasselhoff guy a performing god and presented the cranky robotics of Kraftwerk as its version of…
Slug, the rapper for Minneapolis hip-hop duo Atmosphere, bounces in a boozy strut, dropping dimes on the game and dismissing his fame, while making light of the strife he calls life. He takes a left where his peers go right, bypassing ego-rich self-aggrandizement because steady self-deprecation is his personal pique…
For hard-core hip-hop heads and regular patrons of urban clubs throughout the South and West, Jonathan “Lil’ Jon” Smith is not a newcomer. The Atlanta producer, promoter and rapper (if that’s what you want to call it) has been developing a style of simplistic but undeniably enjoyable hip-hop he calls…
