The birds were chirping on a sunny day in Echo Park where Tom Brosseau sat on a bench by the lake, eating a nice big soft chocolate cookie, watching ducks dive between comatose plants. After listening to Brosseau’s new album Grass Punks, one can’t help but romanticize little moments like that. This interview by Daiana Feuer.
Crackling movie quotes, punctuated artsy musings, stuttering programmed beats, and periodic commentary from their drummer garnished this tasty offering at WeHo’s Lyric Theatre.
STRUNZ & FARAH @ CATALINA’S
Acclaimed as much for their international virtuosity as for their dazzling eclectic live performances, Middle Eastern-flavored jazz/flamenco duo Costa Rican Jorge Strunz and Iranian Ardeshir Farah are credited for pioneering guitar-focused world music before the term even existed. The Grammy-nominated pair shares a prolific partnership spanning more than three decades, meeting in 1979 and learned of their shared ability to play mind-blowing instrumental guitar improvisations at lightning speed.
TELEKINESIS + THE DISMEMBERMENT PLAN @ THE FONDA
It was lively, it was a wonderful spectacle, and, most importantly, it was loud and mesmerizing.
THE ENTRANCE BAND @ DILETTANTE GALLERY (LIVE REVIEW + INTERVIEW)
The Entrance Band. So brooding, so mercurial, and yet so full of the alchemistic gold dust you cannot help but be transformed. It’s what Hendrix advocates call “experienced’ or what many of those illustrious Ted Talks speakers reveal.
AL’S BAR ALUMNI SHOW: ROSEMARY’S BILLYGOAT + LIGHTNIN’ WOODCOCK + CARNAGE ASADA + THE MORMONS + MORE
Just as stupendous were Groovy Rednecks, as big Tex Troester sweated and howled through what he claimed was their 776th gig. Scene aristos dallying outside on Hewett debated what genre this latest onslaught amounted to. It sounded to me like Commander Cody and his Lost Planet Airmen trying to thread a biplane through their own skulls.
On Open Mike Eagle’s short little track, “Apologies,” he actually says sorry to Nocando for “judging the word ‘bitch’ in your rap books” on tour. As much as I love Nocando’s rhymes and charisma, I’ve always wanted to say the same thing!
LINDA PERHACS: THE SOUL OF ALL NATURAL THINGS
Despite the wear-and-tear anyone working in the “healing arts” might experience by their 60s, Perhacs’ whispery soprano sounds nearly as angelic as ever, and it pairs seamlessly with the mosaic of vocalists who came to her aid on the album’s many woven song tapestries.
VIKESH KAPOOR: THE BALLAD OF WILLY ROBBINS
Vikesh Kapoor’s unplugged folk ballads have all the dark loneliness of a Burt Jansch or Roy Harper, all the spritely fretwork of Joni Mitchell, and all the clever lyricism of the very best era of Paul Simon, 1965 (when he was still in his young fighting weight and hadn’t let Art Garfunkel or world music siphon his strength).
THE CAIRO GANG: TINY REBELS
God, I don’t think I fucking deserve a band as good as this.
TRAMP FOR THE LORD: TRAMP FOR THE LORD EP
When he compares love to a “slaughterhouse” and sings about going out to the desert to get clean of heroin with a lover, only to have to high-tail it back and score before they lose their minds, it doesn’t sound exploitative or hyperbolic as it might in the hands of a more Hollywood songwriter, like Sheryl Crow. It feels like something Cox has the grit of in his blood.