Arizona State Fair Concerts: What to Expect This Year

It’s that time of the year again: State Fair time. What’s not to like? It provides three weeks of opportunities for Valley folks of every variety to congregate and yuck it up within the confines of the Arizona State Fairgrounds, get their fill of uncomfortable white-knuckle-inspiring rides, fried food that…

On Second Thought, Maybe I Don’t Want to Be a Rock Star.

I’ve stood and watched guys and girls play (mostly guys, mostly guitar), and wondered what it would be like to make an instrument talk… to connect with a crowd… to say something with lyrics. But lately, I’m not so sure. Maybe I wouldn’t want to be a musician. Maybe just…

Desert Uprising Features a Variety of Metal Sounds

I admit I have an issue with mainstream heavy metal. Some of the musicians possess undeniably impressive technical prowess, but they appear determined to adhere to strict marketing regulations or to develop a meathead attitude, further perpetuating the stereotype known as “jock metal.” A first glance at the bill for…

Future Loves Past Makes a Statement (and a Good Excuse to Party)

Future Loves Past’s debut album gives “polish” a good name. “Disco,” too. That’s not the only musical jargon the Tempe natives rehabilitate on All the Luscious Plants, but they’re the first ones you’ll have to confront when you listen to it. This is a polished, dance-y, slick — that’s another…

Titus Andronicus Melds Despair and Sing-Alongs

A band that repeats the phrase “you will always be a loser” toward the end of a five-minute song may come off as misanthropic, but suffering through the put-downs pays off in the end. Titus Andronicus finishes its magnum opus “No Future Part Three: Escape from No Future” by singing…

After Texts from Bennett, Mac Lethal Keeps Rapping Forward

Mac Lethal is very, very excitable. The Kansas City, MO rapper, label owner, and former Rhymesayers artist has good reason to be, however — he’s still in the wondrous honeymoon stage of fatherhood with his six-month-old son, he’s recently authored his first book, and he’s one of the Midwest’s most…

Noise Complaint: Hate, Rain on Me

People from Phoenix treat the summer like the zombie apocalypse. I realize this every time I stare out of a car window at people groaning and lifelessly shuffling in the heat. I think about how I would never dare go out there, for fear of being infected…

Eminem’s “Berzerk” Is A Mediocre Retreat, Not A Reinvention

Remember Beastie Boys’ Licensed to Ill? Yeah, so does Eminem. If you doubt it, take one listen to the absolutely inessential “Berzerk” single from the forthcoming Marshall Mathers LP II, where he makes the emphatic case that we ought to “take it back to straight hip-hop.” It’s not terrible advice,…

Four Great Songs for Dispensing Parental Philosophy

When you are a certified music junkie like I am, you tend to weave music in and out of life. It influences every area of your existence. Does that mean music is part of my parental philosophy? Of course. It’s one of my greatest tools. In fact, I find that…

Sorry, Bob Dylan’s Self Portrait Is Still a Bad Album

Perhaps you’ve read the weirdly fawning praise of Bob Dylan’s tenth installment in his famed Bootleg Series, Another Self Portrait 1969-1971. (“One of the most important, coherent and fulfilling Bob Dylan albums ever released,” some buffoon for Rolling Stone just claimed!) Perhaps, while in your collecting-every-Dylan-record phase, you presumed that…

“Blurred Lines” and Marvin Gaye: Can You Copyright Cool?

When I first heard “Blurred Lines,” I was driving in my car. I knew I’d heard it before, but I couldn’t place the song. So I Shazamed it. Still nothing. I didn’t recognize the title. About a half-an-hour later . . . Abracadabra! I remembered Marvin Gaye’s extended groove, “Got…

Tennessee Puts the Prowling Kind on the Map With a Runaway Debut

“With low expectations it’s very easy to surprise people.” You’ll never guess who said that. No, not Norman Vincent Peale — Pamela Anderson said that! See how this low expectations thing works? On a night when loathing everything came easy and liking anything new seemed doubtful, I caught The Prowling…