You can get the finger What Finger? The Middle. -Kriss Kross A pox on your house, El Rey Theater. Don’t take it personally. I dig the art-deco interior, the adjoining cafe serving spectacular sweet potato fries, the fact that ticket prices are usually kept decent. Really though–you guys blew it last week. Wail all you… Continue reading »
Photo Via New York Times Zimbabwe native and ex-Stylus scribe Andrew Iliff knows more about African music than Vampire Weekend. He also rocks better sunglasses. The house lights finally dimmed, the final stragglers in their places, a single spot lit up over the stage at the Avery Fisher Hall in New York City, illumining a… Continue reading »
(photos by Timothy Norris) Sometimes, I think music critics hate jam bands for the jokes. After all, on that endless litany of items capable of inspiring comedic rancor, nothing is easier to mock than hippies, save for maybe George Bush, nu-Metal and/or Coldplay. It doesn’t exactly help matters either when the moment that you park… Continue reading »
Photo Via Timothy Norris (See More Photos of the Show at Play) There’s something primal about the Kills. Not some sort of cheap $2 voodoo either. They offer no gimmicks, or eye-popping flash or smoke machines to dazzle you. This is sound as dirt. Raw, blistering, fuck-you noise built off a devil’s deal between the… Continue reading »
I caught the Mezzanine Owls’ Monday night Spaceland residency show yesterday. As usual, I walked away impressed. I’ve already written about them once, or twice, or thrice this year, so I’ll keep this brief. Essentially, they’re one of those bands that gets better every time I see them and have earned the right to be… Continue reading »
It happened again. The dancing thing. I’m not quite sure how and I’m not sure why. I know we talked about this the other day but I’m not ready to move on until we get to the bottom of it. Because this whole thing is getting embarrassing. Seeing Hot Chip two times in three days… Continue reading »
Every time I write about Jens Lekman, I’m tempted to compare him to Morrissey, even though I know I shouldn’t. After all, both songwriters specialize in witty and literate love-lorn laments sung in a smooth, mahogany baritone. And invariably, any time you can compare someone’s voice to an article of fine office furniture, it’s a… Continue reading »
Last Thursday night’s Mezzanine Owls Digital EP/7″ release deserves more than than the cursory paragraph summary I’m going to give it. I’m pressed for time on this sunny Sunday and besides Mouse from Classical Geek Theatre has already spent 1000 words documenting the evening, as have several others (also see Jax’s mega-post.) At the risk… Continue reading »
The Green Room backstage at the Jimmy Kimmel Show is one of the more supremely wonderful places on earth. It’s Xanadu–a place specifically designed to hit all the pleasure receptors of the male mind. No matter how refined or cultured you think you might be, it’s impossible not to get a little jangled when thrown… Continue reading »
Yeasayer are a jam band, they just aren’t aware of it yet. At one point during the Brooklyn four-piece’s set Saturday night at the Echoplex, lead singer Chris Keating even paused to extemporaneously inform the crowd that “people call us hippies, but that’s just not true. We’re from Baltimore.” This is arguably the worst ever… Continue reading »
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