At three in the morning, I saw her drunk, writhing around on this fat guy. I looked through the window and there they were, starting to go at it on the chair in her living room. My head suddenly became small and roared as its capillaries swelled like red balloons…
Listening to the radio, you’d think that there’s only enough progressive jazz, blues, R&B, folk and world music being released to merit an occasional two-hour show. Not so, bubba. There’s loads of great stuff coming out in all of these genres — always has been, always will be. What follows…
SAN ANTONIO — The crowd was so large that about one-third of the estimated 1,000 mourners had to huddle around an underequipped Peavy speaker outside. But even more impressive than the large turnout at the November 23 funeral of Doug Sahm, who succumbed to heart disease five days earlier while…
The Remains The Remains (180 gram vinyl) (Sundazed) The original Nuggets collection did a lot more than just rescue 27 bands with severely combed bangs from bargain-bin obscurity. It rescued rock ‘n’ roll itself by simultaneously kick-starting the punk movement while whetting people’s appetites for more unsung American garage bands…
In a genre that often traffics in sonic and visual conformity, blond-and-pink-haired singer Kelis is like the Dennis Rodman of R&B — brash, independent and alien, but too talented to ignore. Thankfully, she exhibits none of the self-destructive traits of Rodman, but she looks and sounds different from any of…
There is a strong possibility that all the quotes below are the fabrications of an impostor. The man who answered the phone claimed his name was Moby, but after speaking with him, it’s difficult to believe he was telling the truth. For one thing, he didn’t seem to know much…
In Roger Sabin’s Punk Rock: So What? The Cultural Legacy of Punk (Routledge) — a scholarly reassessment of the punk movement, which includes extensive end-of-chapter notes sometimes as revealing as the text itself — a varied group of writers and lecturers explores the wider phenomenon of punk. They go beyond…
Sophomore slump. Sophomore jinx. One-hit wonder. The idea that a band can release one record and with its next attempt either fade into oblivion or fail miserably is so common as to be a cliché. The story goes something like this: Band writes and rehearses songs for years. Record company…
Robyn Hitchcock is an acquired taste like the decadent cheeses he exalts in “The Cheese Alarm,” a song from his most recent release, Jewels for Sophia. This is as it should be. Mass ingestion of Hitchcock’s surrealist salad, Syd Barrett-as-fifth-Beatle music could make for an uncomfortable ear-meal for most. Although…
Gay Dad Leisure Noise (London) Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young Looking Forward (Reprise) If any CD can test your tolerance levels, it’s Leisure Noise. On three separate occasions, it stared up indignantly from high atop my trade-in pile as if to say, “It’s because I’m Gay Dad, isn’t it?” Gay…
Trying to describe Bardo Pond’s music is a little like explaining what water tastes like to someone who’s never had it. There really isn’t an apt description. Yet the words “psychedelic drug band” pop up again and again when the Philadelphia quintet’s name surfaces. Is Bardo Pond a psychedelic drug…
Wandering into the burrow of the unwell while making an enemy of the future and anyone who gives a damn. Turning the body to a toxic trash can. Insurmountable and unjustified self-hatred with a healthy sense of martyrdom and the dramatic. All trite finger-wagging signs of a suicide waiting to…
In case you dispute that the “classic rock” demographic cared way more about the music of their youth than any generation before or since, consider this: No one ever replicated 78s. C’mon, if you dug Bing Crosby that much, wouldn’t you demand reissues of those clunky albums with the lousy…
The year 1999 was originally pegged to be the point when rock officially was pronounced dead. All Detroit was supposed to be remembered for was launching white rapper Eminem, while Woodstock’s attempt at countercultural revivalism left little more than a bad taste in everyone’s mouth. Every hard-rock act worth its…
The Supersuckers look like satanic cowboys and sound like punks-gone-metal. Onstage, front man Eddie Spaghetti, guitarists Dan “Thunder” Bolton and Rontrose Heathman and drummer Dancing Eagle strike rock-god stances in black clothes and matching shades while ripping through gonzo anthems like “How to Maximize Your Kill Count,” “She’s My Bitch”…
Beck Midnite Vultures (Interscope Records) Beck Hansen’s latest personality is his best joke yet, as this gawky-yet-funky white boy makes himself over as a smooth-talking, hard-partying sex machine, accompanied by the live equivalent of the Dust Brothers’ waxploitation soundtracks. Hiding behind gibberish less often than on previous releases, Beck tries…
Even for those who were more into Speed Racer and Toughskins than the Sex Pistols when they invaded America, there was a time when the prospect of stage-diving into middle age wasn’t so far-fetched. But the problem with so much punk rock (Suicidal Tendencies, the Exploited, DRI and Fear come…
By somehow sidestepping cheap Wendy O. Williams connect-the-dot punk-rock jive, the black electrical tape over the shouter’s nipples worked. The trashy and busted-up way in which she carried herself across the stage, too, lurking, at once stiff and sinuous, was equal parts Iggy, peepshow barker and Nazi femme dom. Her…
Music is supposed to be the universal language, but a swish pan across your CD collection and mine will only illustrate how much music keeps us apart. There’s only a fraction of stuff we can both listen to without forcing infomercial smiles. Half of my enjoyment of music stems from…
Remixing is kind of like rearranging the furniture in somebody else’s house. It’s like doing plastic surgery on your best friend’s wife to make her more attractive to you. It’s like cooking a meal with stuff from your neighbor’s fridge. The name comes from taking isolated snippets of the basic…
When Bomp! Records manufactured promo tee shirts a couple of years ago that proclaimed: “Bomp! The label that invented punk, garage, power-pop . . . and possibly everything else in the last 30 years,” some people were pissed off by the bold claim. The label meant it as a joke,…
It’s been hard not to feel a little bit sorry for Gloritone. It’s not that the local trio isn’t a good band; it is. It’s just that the group had the misfortune to come along a couple of years ago, as the golden age of Tempe music had ground to…
