So the New Times music editor calls up to inform me of a couple tribute bands playing at some horrible yuppie hellhole in Scottsdale. “Tributes” to Van Halen and Mötley Crüe called Atomic Punks and Shout at the Devil, respectively. Like I care. I hate tribute bands on principle. They…
Lord knows they must’ve had fun conceptualizing and executing the artwork for this CD. The fold-out booklet depicts various artifacts (a pistol and a switchblade, syringes, whiskey bottle, etc.) along with a raft of snapshots purportedly taken by a crime-scene examiner showing how each of the six Devils, plus one…
It’s somewhat comforting to know that the remains of the dead can fertilize new life. It’s a concept often found outside the realm of biology and one that can be seen in the genealogy of several of today’s most dynamic indie bands. An obvious example is the Cap’n Jazz dynasty;…
Standing on the stage of New York’s Hammerstein Ballroom, the old man looked broken, beaten down, a scream reduced to a whisper. It had been almost two years since he had last performed in public, after announcing in October 1997 that he was suffering from Shy-Drager Syndrome, a form of…
For the hundreds packed into Nita’s Hideaway on June 27, three hours seemed like a glitch, as time froze and the rest of the world just disappeared. The reason for this ethereal afterglow was the “surprise” appearance of internationally renowned DJ Shadow at Z-Trip’s weekly Funky Cornbread night. Shadow’s set,…
On a crowded bus in Buenos Aires, a gaggle of teenage girls huddle in the back, giggling and gossiping as teenage girls everywhere do. Their exuberant youth was too much for a cynic in his early 20s, who stood clutching a pole in the aisle. He couldn’t resist baiting the…
Members of the Liar’s Club sit and stare plaintively into their drinks. You’d think they were contemplating some recent run of emotional trauma and bad luck, the death of a loved one, the witnessing of a car crash. Or you’d guess, perhaps, that they are stoned. Couldn’t they say something?…
Back in the mid-’80s, when Athens, Georgia was the new Left Bank and all bands Southern were undergoing a great deal of public scrutiny, Drivin’ n’ Cryin’ was supposed to have been “The Next Big Thing.” It never happened, despite the support of friend Peter Buck and a string of…
We’ll dispense with the baseball shtick and just remind you that the band’s name cheekily refers to mediocrity below and barely up to the call of duty à la underachieving ’70s slugger Mario Mendoza. We’ll attempt to ditch the ready-made Yo La Tengo comparisons — although the sweetly seesawing guy-gal…
Common is one ambitious cat — and hip-hop sure as hell needs more of those. But on his previous album, 1997’s One Day It’ll All Make Sense, he was so driven to create a lyrical masterpiece that his music sometimes suffered by comparison. Praise be, then, for his latest, which…
Committed: Music From the Miramax Motion Picture (Chapter III) Ballad of Cable Hogue CD Single) Snapshot from the Lower Sonoran Desert: a steamy Saturday afternoon in July, hurtling across a dusty two-lane blacktop on the edge of Tucson as a local radio station broadcasts a special three-hour program titled Desert…
Music has always reflected the mechanical sounds of the era it’s made in. Roger McGuinn noted as much in the liner notes to the Byrds’ debut, using a lot of made up words like “rrrrrrrrooooaaaaahhhhh” and “krrrrrrriiiiiisssssshhhhhh” to illustrate his point. As annoying as that sounds, he was right. Early…
When Tucson musician Rainer Ptacek died at the age of 46 on November 12, 1997, he left behind more than a wife and kids and an international community of grieving friends and fans. Rainer — stricken by an abrupt seizure one February morning in 1996 while riding his bicycle to…
For Mickey Melchiondo and Aaron Freeman — known to their fans as Dean and Gene Ween, respectively — Ween’s new album, White Pepper, was a long time coming. The duo released a double live album, Paintin’ the Town Brown: Ween Live ’90-’98, last year, but it was a quickly assembled…
The Fourth of July is also celebrated as Louis Armstrong’s birthday, even though in reality it probably isn’t. While the trumpeter was frequently accused of Uncle Tomming, the choice of America’s B-day as his own (his birth certificate was lost) means we remember him more for Uncle Samming throughout a…
Beer arches gracefully through the night like Silly String. Hair mats together in clammy clumps. Shirts already smell like Sunday morning’s Saturday night. The front of the stage is crowded with bully-faced frat guys in shorts and visors who dance about even more ridiculously than could be imagined in any…
Stiv Bators once joked that John Lennon’s last hit was the sidewalk. Bators’ last hit, you’ll recall, was the bumper of a Parisian cab, a smash that occurred exactly 10 years ago this month. But beyond the grave of the Dead Boys, and flanked by a fruitless solo power-pop trip…
Rasco and Planet Asia, two of underground hip-hop’s most consistently solid MCs, united under the alias Cali Agents with the lofty intention of making high-quality rap music commercially viable again. Both having established themselves on their own — The Source voted Rasco’s debut solo album “Independent Record of 1998,” while…
A few years ago, Providence, Rhode Island’s Amazing Royal Crowns were poised to be the next trash-‘n’-twang darlings. But their greasy pompadours, upright bass and ’50s record collection were just a front. They defiled swing’s squeaky clean image with the Ramones’ relentless speed and volume (not to mention their “Hey…
One afternoon, Brian Transeau received a phone call that would forever change his life, and without exaggeration, the nature of dance music all over the world. “I was making records out of my bedroom in Maryland, never having heard English club music, and came up with [my first album] IMA,”…
The Handsome Family’s Rennie Sparks has something to tell her fellow Americans. “I’m not weird!” she exclaims. “You only think I’m weird because you don’t want to admit you feel the same fucking way.” Europeans, by contrast, seem to understand the dark muse of this Chicago husband-and-wife goth-country duo a…
Punk rock is a lot of things. Loud, always. Fast, mostly. Angry, sometimes. Uplifting? Well, yeah. Actually, if it’s done well, it can be downright inspirational — firing up the engines of self-empowerment that typically lie dormant, or creating a political sounding board (whether to the left, right or center),…
