Joe Strummer is having a good day. It’s mid-September, and despite recent world events, the former Clash front man is focused exclusively on the second album by his band the Mescaleros, Global a Go-Go. In late July and early August, they hit London, Manchester, New York, Toronto, Chicago, San Francisco…
Okay, so maybe Afroman isn’t the first guy who comes to mind when you think about September 11, but Ted Koppel could do worse than to have the straight-outta-Palmdale rapper on Nightline to talk about airport security. That’s because Joseph Foreman, Afroman’s laid-back, spliff-smokin’ Clark Kent, used to be airport…
One of the most encouraging developments in pop music over the last few years has been the emergence of a mini-movement of artsy, bohemian, female R&B singers. This club — which includes Jill Scott, Erykah Badu, Lauryn Hill and Macy Gray — is fairly disparate, but it’s united by a…
Power-pop fans are sore losers, which is why, facing the ascendancy of Nevermind clones and the fanzine media fixation on the lo-fi underground, they tend to be defensive and arrogant when discussing their passion. The problem is that it’s hard to strictly define power pop — are the whiny brats…
How do you tell whether you like a band that the entire British press, Rolling Stone and your mother say is going to save rock ‘n’ roll and win the war on terrorism? If you’ve heard the hype, you may already know that the Strokes are New Yawkers, barely drinking…
The members of Rocket to Russia are playing a gig in a week, and they just met a few minutes ago. It’s not the kind of timetable most bands follow, but Rocket to Russia is not like most bands. The one-off local supergroup of sorts has gathered on a Wednesday…
“This is where we do it,” Survivalist’s most garrulous MC, Preacha, welcomes you upon your arrival at Fo’ Life Records, the tiny independent record label from west Phoenix that has somehow produced a Top 5 song on Billboard’s Hot Rap Singles chart, Survivalist’s laid-back, catchy “Bounce.” If there were an…
It’s Saturday afternoon during this year’s South by Southwest, and the collection of independent parties known as South by South Congress is in full swing along the main thoroughfare of South Austin, Texas. Musical acts perform at a variety of establishments along the avenue and in the alley behind it.The…
No matter what some delusional musicians might spew forth in their diatribes about “art” versus “commercialism,” few bands would call for a ghostbuster if the specter of success actually paid them a visit. Selling a pittance of records to die-hard fans while gigging at endless clubs is not the apex…
To those who grew up hearing — and watching — the best Brazilian and Afro-Cuban bands on the planet, chances are Ozomatli are L.A.’s most overrated band. When the Ozos go batucada, it seems as if the surdo is being hit with an ax instead of a palo, and when…
When an album opens with a cover of Richard Thompson’s dark and brooding “Keep Your Distance,” you know you’d better fasten your seatbelt: It’s going to be a bumpy ride. On their first official album as a couple, Buddy and Julie Miller take us down love’s lost highway, where trouble’s…
In a 1999 interview, the lead singer and songwriter of the Ben Folds Five said that the next record he’d write would be the Thriller of modern rock, with eight hit songs on it. Now, two years after the trio’s college-rocker, The Unauthorized Biography of Reinhold Messner, Ben Folds has…
“We paid attention to bringing rock ‘n’ roll back to rock ‘n’ roll, which is a three-minute song with not a bunch of extended guitar leads — what punk rock was about — and we tried to give our side of that and make our contribution.” John Doe, bassist and…
Arizona has an X connection and his name is Michael Hyatt. Known around Tucson as a 14-year veteran deejay at KXCI-FM (he’s also the station’s underwriting director) and nationally for his work compiling Rounder Records’ five-volume series of train and railroad songs, Hyatt’s rock photography recently put him on the…
By most people’s estimations, Tim Wiles, a.k.a. Überzone, would never fit the stereotype of a dance music producer. He doesn’t drink or do drugs, and he operates his homegrown breakbeat production enterprise like the thriving business it is. He’s even a practicing Christian. But the way Wiles sees it from…
When Johnny Cash speaks to you in your dreams, you’d better pay heed. That’s exactly what Mark Stuart did after several nocturnal visits from the Man in Black, who spoke to the San Diego musician about, well, stuff, and also about playing country music.”Yeah, they were weird dreams. Don’t ask…
Roots Manuva named his first album, 1999’s promising Brand New Second Hand, after a song on Peter Tosh’s landmark effort Legalize It. While Manuva isn’t the first artist to use roots reggae as a hip-hop touchstone, his point of reference is a little left of center, or more accurately a…
The last time we checked in with the lusty psychedelic scene of the Twin Cities, there were such bands as . . . er, uhh . . . well, Prince, and Soul Asylum, and of course those space-rockin’ Replacements . . . whew. In any event, better late than never…
Fitting that consummate Englishman Nick Lowe has signed with Yep Roc Records of Chapel Hill, North Carolina, as The Convincer continues his trend of making Southern-sounding records. Lowe’s material is set against a moving panorama of Dixie styles, from Muscle Shoals soul to gospel to honky-tonk, with perhaps Geraint Watkins’…
Denise Sullivan opens Rip It Up! Rock ‘n’ Roll Rulebreakers with a simple anecdote. When she received her first record player at age 6, she took a copy of the Jefferson Airplane’s Surrealistic Pillow into her bedroom and “closed the door for the next 12 years.” “I only ever remember…
Perhaps no Sub Pop signing in recent years has undergone a diamond-in-the-rough maturation process as memorable and rewarding as Seattle’s Murder City Devils. Over the course of three long-players, the six-piece (originally a quintet) indulged amped-up Stones-styled R&B, classic mid-’70s proto-punk, metallic-fringed biker rock and full-blown horror-shockadelica — frequently, all…
The New Metal ethos is primal scream therapy. That brawny fella in Drowning Pool yowls, “Let the Bodies Hit the Floor!” — he’s the victim of a harrowing, suburban, latchkey childhood. The problem is, you just can’t trust a maniac who brings his shrink along, and no defense lawyer in…
