Otep Leaves the Industry Before Its Economics Make Her Bitter

It’s been a long time since the music industry had musicians’ best interests in mind. And it’s not just the greed of the industry; it’s the fans, too. I’m not talking about the multimillionaires in Metallica. I’m talking about the underground punk band whose album you downloaded for free last…

1960s Folk Artist Rodriguez Re-Emerges

In the social media era, it seems unfathomable that an artist, no matter how trivial, could completely disappear off the radar. In the 1970s, it was a different story entirely. Sixto Rodriguez was one musician who not only fell through the cracks but was thought by many to have died…

Music Fests Like Coachella Drive Concert Sales to New Heights

It’s as though the lamentable death of recorded music was accompanied by a kick-ass wake. Sure, label executives have had to sell their fancy homes and put their kids in public schools, but the rest of us have feasted on a musical smorgasbord. Nothing better exemplifies this than this month’s…

That Damn Show 2013: Bend Sinister Groks Classic Rock

On Saturday That Damn Show is back for 2013 at the Mesa Amphitheatre, featuring national acts like Bad Religion and local favorites like the Veragrooves. Check out the full schedule here and read on for a preview of Canada’s own Bend Sinister. (Full disclosure: We’re co-promoting this show with KUKQ.)…

How This New Music Will Make You Smarter (Thanks, Science)

A good 90 percent of my job as a music journalist is keeping my finger on new music, continuously discovering the vast spectrum of sound that human beings can create. Another 9 percent is attending concerts, where I destroy my liver and my hearing for shits and gigs. That final…

Faith Hill Leaves Sunday Night Football. Why Was She There?

Faith Hill leaving Sunday Night Football is interesting mostly because it reminds us that Faith Hill was — for something like six years — employed by Sunday Night Football. “This Kiss,” and then helmet-to-helmet hits, every week. Counterprogramming, I think they call that. We’ve seen cultural institutions move in this…

Top Five Must-See Shows in Phoenix This Week

It’s Monday, and I’m sorry about that. There was nothing I can do. But I bring good news: This week’s Top Five Must-See Shows in Phoenix is further proof that they play live music during the week, and even on school nights…

Why Talk More About Jay-Z’s Cuba Trip Than Rick Ross’ Date Rape Rap?

Having solved all the country’s economic problems, come to an agreement on DOMA, and figured out what to do about gun control, the American government finally has time to focus on what really matters: where richer-than-God superstars Jay-Z and Beyoncé spend their obscenely luxurious vacations. More: Treasury department confirms Jay-Z,…

Kevin Pate Memorials Set for This Week in Phoenix and Tucson

Guitarists and singers get more than all their share of worship. People even give the drummer some from time to time–if they’re generous they’ll even let him solo interminably. But for whatever reasons no one ever coined the phrase “bass hero,” a handle that suited Arizona bassist Kevin Lee Pate…

Synth-Poppers Vial of Sound Are Living in Analog

We’re living in the golden age of musical fetishism. Call it the byproduct of Jack White’s obsessively vinyl/analog warpath or call it resistance to the way digital distribution has dehumanized the musical process. Whatever the cause, it’s never been more fashionable to covet “old school” objects: records, hi-fi equipment, cassettes…

Yellow Minute Spaces Out

Yellow Minute should never be confused with a New York minute. The atmospheric, psychedelic indie-pop band moves at a much slower pace. With dreamy atmospherics, gentle rhythms and drifting vocals, Yellow Minute is perhaps better for that late-night chill session than the shimmering club scene. At least, explains band founder…

The “Okie From Muskogee” Has Always Been a Populist

They don’t make ’em like Merle Haggard anymore, but what the hell would they do with ’em if they did? Everything about Haggard is rough: his Bakersfield voice, a scratchy, gnarled thing even in his youth; his trademark accompaniment, the twangy, stinging barbs of Telecaster snaking out of tweed-covered amplifiers;…

Record Heat: Climactic Finish by Brad Dwyer

Since October 2011, Up on the Sun has featured the Record Heat strip from punk rocker, cartoonist, and full-time dad Brad Dwyer each week, and it’s been included in the print edition as well. With this week’s strip, Brad finishes his run. It’s been great…