Leaving Los Angeles Hangin’

If the fourth annual edition of the Latin Alternative Music Conference (LAMC) had taken place in New York as it had before, chances are it would have been destroyed by the blackout that hit the Northeast. Things in sunny Los Angeles, however, proved to be just as much in need…

Warren Zevon

Warren Zevon’s almost-certain final album sums up his eclectic career to fine effect. If that doesn’t make it any sort of masterpiece, well, then that’s no problem. Masterpieces weren’t his thing even in the best of times, and they certainly aren’t his stock in trade as he suffers from terminal…

Dwele

Either Detroit-based R&B dude Dwele likes old standbys, or he’s one lazy bastard. Subject — his major-label “debut” album — is a revamped version of his actual debut, a self-produced, self-distributed 1998 release, Rize. Having the older songs re-sequenced and spread out robs Subject of the erotic, stream-of-consciousness flow of…

Jimmy Cliff

With a career that reaches back four decades — and with Bob Marley and Peter Tosh long dead — Jimmy Cliff may be the closest thing to a visible elder statesman that reggae music has to offer. Perhaps explosive mainstream success has eluded Cliff, but that hasn’t prevented him from…

Jimmy Wayne

Like singing sisters Shelby Lynne and Allison Moorer (who witnessed their alcoholic father kill their mother), singer-songwriter Jimmy Wayne is a walking country song — the messed-up Merle Haggard kind, that is. He saw his stepfather shoot his stepsister three times, leaving her paralyzed. His mother was imprisoned (for what,…

Stop, Don’t Drop, Let Punk Roll

To butcher an oft-coined phrase, writing about punk is like slam-dancing about astrophysics; the latter remains a far more compelling way to spend your weekend. Particularly since the word “punk” means nothing anymore, or, worse yet, seems to mean everything. Lord help us, it’s a “vibe,” an “aesthetic” now. You…

Ween

Crank up this album, with its ripping, Motörhead-hearted opener “It’s Gonna Be a Long Night” closely followed by the band’s trippy dippy salute to “Zoloft,” with feel-good platitudes and soothing helicopter sounds whooshing from speaker to speaker, and people’ll ask, “What the hell is this?” Tell them it’s Ween, and…

Vervein

Listening to the first few tracks of Vast Low Cities, the debut release from San Francisco quartet Vervein, it might be easy to characterize the record as a collection of dainty down-tempo pop songs, enhanced by layers of ethereal female vocals that lull a listener into a pleasant, meditative state…

C-Rayz Walz

After two years of trailblazing work by incendiary artists like RJD2, Cannibal Ox, and label owner El-P, Definitive Jux has spent 2003 issuing work by the underground’s underdogs, hardworking MCs who have never earned their just due. As a freestyle animal familiar to New York heads, C-Rayz Walz falls into…

Cheap Trick Special One (Big3)

Where do aging pop-rockers with little cultural currency and a hankering for actual currency go when the major-label system fails them but selling CDs without the help of brick and mortar is still kind of complicated and stuff? They flock to them there indies, of course, where young acts with…

Jimmy Smith

A veteran from the glory days of Blue Note Records, Jimmy Smith’s symphonic organ compositions have held a distinctly original space in jazz for a half-century. Smith helped shape modern jazz by copping solos from horn players and translating them on his Hammond B-3. Some keyboard players abandoned the old…

No Flags Here

When an all-woman rock band sets up camp in the traditional rock ‘n’ roll boys’ club, it’s almost impossible to ignore the restrictive political status thrust automatically upon the band. Unless that band is Bella, a latter-day riot-grrrl trio from Mesa that doesn’t allow stereotypical dogma to strangle their creative…

Post-Hypno

The last time Jimmy Vespa and Bobby Lava Noxious did something they really didn’t want to do, they quit the Hypno-Twists, a band they helped start and watched as it slowly fell apart. Now the regrettable deed at hand is how to word the dreaded “Drummer Wanted” ad for their…

Bob Dylan and Various Artists

Can Bob Dylan’s most enigmatic album be one he’s hardly even on? Like an absentee landlord, the masked but hardly anonymous Robert Z appears only four times to deliver a song and maybe change a fuse or two. Yes, it’s the soundtrack to his insta-cult film Masked and Anonymous, but…

TV on the Radio

From the department of “You can’t teach epic,’ it’s either bestowed on you or it ain’t”: In a single five-song EP, TV on the Radio has set up camp to scale an art-rock Everest whose previous existence no one but Björk fanatics noticed. Well, this expedition’s from Brooklyn circa now…

People Under the Stairs

Simply labeling Los Angeles duo People Under the Stairs as old-school hip-hop heads misses the point. Thes One and Double K are more like docents at an imaginary Museum of Old-School Hip-Hop Praxis, a pair who deal exclusively with hip-hop’s basic building blocks — rhymes, scratches, and rare-groove funk samples…

Chingy

Chingy’s debut album rides into record stores on the strength of “Right Thurr,” an insanely catchy single full of chest-swelling keyboard melodies. It sounds like the inside of a strip club, spewing out snare effects and lewd drum patterns (inspired by the Neptunes) that twirl and clap like dancers spinning…

Boyd Tinsley

Boyd Tinsley, Dave Matthews Band’s buff, breathtaking violinist, probably could have sold a helluva lot of records had he simply released an instrumental album of virtuosic fiddle-dee-dee jams. In fact, when the annoyingly-redundant-yet-undeniably-talented band’s legions of frattooed fans first caught wind of the dreadlocked 39-year-old’s debut release, that is probably…

Iron Maiden

Yes, only God can make a tree, but only England can produce the rock stars who routinely plow into them. Or, when a tree is not readily available, an irate parking attendant. What other choice did Iron Maiden timekeeper “Nicko” McBrain have when he found himself late for a show…

Rocky Votolato

Any emo-band front man who decides to bare his soul via the acoustic singer-songwriter route has much more to contend with than David St. Hubbins’ fine line between stupid and clever. There’s an even finer line between wrenching and retching. Fortunately, Seattle’s Rocky Votolato has the proper tools, primarily the…

Future Tense

Revisit the history of the Valley’s music scene, and in those annals you’ll find an anomaly: In 1996, four youngsters, barely in their teens, self-released (with a little help from the ‘rents) an eponymous debut, Chronic Future, which propelled them onto local radio and eventually to national prominence in the…