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PHOENIX + MAC DEMARCO + THE LEMON TWIGS @ THE HOLLYWOOD BOWL

June 17th, 2017

ible for the only cheese-less combination of electro-pop and rock in today’s music—and France’s most famous band. Maybe it’s that effortlessly cool je ne sais quoi thing, or maybe it’s their penchant for beats and melodies so infectious, that even rock purists have to dance it out.

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(SANDY) ALEX G + JAPANESE BREAKFAST + CENDE @ THE ECHOPLEX

June 17th, 2017

Part of his charm lies in his seeming reluctance to adapt to a rockstar image, instead hopping back and forth between guitar and piano as if the Echoplex was his basement jam session.

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BOOGARINS + JJUUJJUU @ THE BOOTLEG

June 9th, 2017

Boogarins don’t sacrifice the stage to their musical adeptness, either. For instance, during a half-minute or so of silence that interrupted an early song in the set, Almeida clicked his teeth into the microphone and spun his eyes around the room, a sly smile creeping across his face.

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FEIST @ THE PALACE

May 9th, 2017

When was the last time you went to a rock show you could even vaguely consider to be romantic? That is some fucking showmanship.

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SUMMER MOON + MEREKI + THE BULLS @ THE TROUBADOUR

March 1st, 2017

A tall, chiseled fellow built along the lines of a 1950s TV western hero, he seemed too large for the tiny room and the band’s gleaming cyborg-dance pop psychedelia cranked up ambient temperatures to something almost springlike.

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RHYS CHATHAM + PRIESTS @ REDCAT

November 13th, 2016

Imagine a thousand chairs squeaking across a cathedral floor. Now imagine those chairs sprouting wings and becoming a flock of seabirds, rising to the height of that cathedral and you get an idea of the vision and care with which Chatham presents his music. Presently, notes and tones build upon themselves until they build a throne of drones, resurrecting an empire of sound that opens as gently as a lotus blossom. Mystical and mesmerizing, triumphal and terrifying, it’s also a deeply hopeful kind of sound—a meditation on how one small movement can make a colossal impact even though it began life as a seemingly imperceptible impulse. For all that epic sound, he’s just sitting there with his fedora and spectacles—just strumming.