Over breakfast of an English muffin and Diet Coke (and in a voice much lower than his singing falsetto), Green Gartside, the man who will always be Scritti Politti, tries to explain himself. Gartside grew disillusioned after Scritti Politti found pop success in the ’80s and quickly walked away. Trying…
There are, of course, the great intro riffs: Sabbath’s “Iron Man,” Led Zep’s “Whole Lotta Love,” B.O.C.’s “(Don’t Fear) The Reaper,” Neil Young’s “Cinnamon Girl,” etc. Oft copped, rarely topped. Instinctively grasping this, Fu Manchu still manages to elbow some room with a brand of high-octane, hard-pounding psychedelia that’s instantly…
This probably seemed like a good idea back in the old days, when the world gave a steaming crap about Oasis: Bros Noel and Liam Gallagher would assemble and bookend a tribute to their rave fave that isn’t spelled B-E-A-T-L-E-S, then release it a month before their own long-awaited third…
It’s got to be one of the strangest boxed sets ever released, even though it stars the Stooges, one of rock’s most celebrated (at least these days) bands. 1970: The Complete Fun House Sessions is a seven-CD collection, clocking in at just under eight hours and thoroughly documenting what has…
I took out my six-string razor/ The axe is cold — Mott the Hoople A vein throbs alarmingly on either side of his neck, and his bright red face looks swollen and ready to explode. His half-open mouth exposes a weather-beaten picket fence of teeth. His pupils, set in a…
Contrary to what one might surmise from the band’s name, Tucson’s Wise Folk Malcontent doesn’t play anything even remotely resembling folk music. And don’t call them an emo band, either; never mind that the group has sported several of the defining emo traits over the course of its existence –…
It’s 6 a.m. and there’s no one in the building. The morning begins just as the night has ended, in a dark cloud of self-doubt and heartbreak. Reeking of stale smoke and even staler beer, I wind through a dim labyrinth of hallways and cubicles. Still reeling from the night’s…
Shelton Williams was just another face in another crowd, an anonymous punk with safety pins in his clothes — and, occasionally, his skin — playing in unknown bands with names like Buzzkill and worse. He was onstage from the time he was 15, yet rarely at the front, usually playing…
How can you dislike a guy whose past albums have self-deprecating titles like Poet, Fool or Bum and Lee Hazlewoodism: The Cause and Its Cure? And how can you pass up an album dedicated to “pimps, whores, pushers, dopers, gangsters and the bottom of the human chain shit-heels”? You can’t,…
The debut record from Jucifer worms its way into the coldest of cynical hearts by starting out full throttle and then coasting to a close. There is a long downward trajectory in aggression from beginning to end; by the time the record is finished, the band has referenced a handful…
As we bitterly curse the fact that the apocalypse skipped over us, at least there’s some new music to commiserate with. Make a statement against pointless existence and spend your rent money on these new releases. There’s lots of jazz to choose from, plus a few bluegrass and folk offerings…
Johnny Dilks strides into DeMarco’s 23 Club hurriedly, wearing a dusty pair of overalls. He’s here to see a man about a horse. See, Dilks is a country singer, DeMarco’s is a Bay Area honky-tonk and Dilks’ friend Leonard Iniguez has a horse named Hobby who’s willing to be photographed…
Bands may come and bands may go, but as long as the Muffs are still around and making music, Los Angeles rock can’t be half as bad as people say it is. Vocalist-guitarist Kim Shattuck and bassist Ronnie Barnett (with, at one time or another, drummers Criss Crass, Jim Laspesa…
The Melvins, legendary innovators of brutal intelli-sludge heavy rock, like to challenge their audience as much as their drum heads and amplifier outputs. As vocalist and guitarist Buzz Osborne says, the band’s modus operandi is to “screw with people. That’s what I like.” Speaking from his Los Angeles home, Osborne…
Is it too late to revise all those best-of-’99 lists? Surely anyone with two ears, a brain and a heart will slide this to the top if made aware of its compelling, and tantalizingly mysterious, tableaux of primary colors and thatched shadings. Papa M’s quasi-“debut” appeared in the bins without…
Even if someone had collected all the necessary statistical data to compile An Encyclopedia of Athlete Spousal Abuse Cases, it would hardly seem fair to confine these violations to one vocation. By the same token, is it fair to “Death” that it be restricted to such a trivial profession as…
If any of these milk-hued heroes like Kid Rock, Eminem, Limp Bizkit or Korn had real balls, they’d tell the Grammy Awards to fuck off. They’d gurgle 5.8 percent beer guzzled from cans and slur fizzy dialogue like “fuck Ricky Martin and Whitney Houston and the Backstreet shits” while appalled…
Bourbonitis Blues, Alejandro Escovedo’s sixth and latest solo album, is the culmination of a life spent growing up in public. It wasn’t an easy growth — his path has been pockmarked with deaths, births and changes in musical styles to match — but between the album’s swelling strings, ebullient country…
Alternative rock and golf are somewhat of an unlikely pairing. Sure, Alice Cooper plays golf, but he’s old enough to be considered Marilyn Manson’s grandfather. And yeah, mainstream people like Hootie and the Blowfish, Huey Lewis and Celine Dion play, but do they really count as musicians? Musicians aren’t generally…
An album that defies easy dissection on most levels, Illyah Kuryahkin’s sophomore effort is also one of the more adventurous and sonically mesmerizing of the year. Dean Wilson (a.k.a. one-man band I.K.) first surfaced in ’96 with Count No Count, a kind of No Wave take on Guided by Voices’…
Not enough people heard the Pernice Brothers’ here’s-where-the-strings-come-in debut, 1998’s Overcome by Happiness, a record full of big melodies and tiny sentiments. And you can bet that in a year, the same will apply to Chappaquiddick Skyline, because both records never fly high enough to land on anyone’s radar. On…
One of the worst things about listening to Led Zeppelin was the munchies. Sure, “When the Levee Breaks” sounded just as good stoned as sober, but being sober was for sports or science class. And listening to Zep was what you did when you wanted to forget about form tackling…
