“I want to do my best Adam Green impression,” he announces, launching into a lanky and shambolic kind of rap that is by far the best-received song so far. Solo material is worked into the set—’Cigarette Burns Forever,’ ‘Friends of Mine,’ ‘Dance with Me’—and sometimes it’s not the inherent thrilling chill of a song that brings you pleasure but instead how you associate it with another person. The love another person imbues with the music has a tendency to rub off on you, making you love it for reasons that are not entirely your own and this is why, as with being in love, you see everything in a new light.[Read more →]
COACHELLA DAY 2 (AND THIRD MAN RECORDS @ ACE HOTEL): NEW ORDER, GAP DREAM, PUSHA T, JANELLE MONΆE, DESCENDANTS, SPIRITUALIZED, MAJOR LAZER, SELECTOR, CARLY RITTER, DOUGH ROLLERS, COURTNEY JAYE
April 21st, 2013 · No Comments
Courtney Jaye sang in sweet tones,
To the people with abs on their bones.
As they lounged round the pool,
All decidedly cool,
It was if she had sung all alone.
COACHELLA DAY 1: GRINDERMAN, BLUR, JURASSIC 5, FOALS, YEAH YEAH YEAHS, WOLFGANG GARTNER, INFECTED MUSHROOM, BEACH HOUSE, SPARKS, PARMA VIOLETS, JELLO BIAFRA, LEE “SCRATCH” PERRY, ALT-J, JAPANDROIDS, METRIC, JOHNNY MARR, DAM-FUNK, BEARDYMAN
April 20th, 2013 · 1 Comment
No drinks out, I get.
But no water bottles in?
How does that make sense?
SXSW DAY 5: KING TUFF, GUANTANAMO BAYWATCH, HELIOTROPES, BELIEFS, ROKY ERICKSON, GAL PALS, JACUZZI BOYS, HOTT MT, MMOSS, TEENAGE BURRITOS, PEACH KELLI POP, THE YOLKS, NIGHTMARE BOYZZZ, PHARAOHS
April 18th, 2013 · 1 Comment
In theory, the Yolks’ nothing-new-under-the-sun approach to loud three-chord rock should have been merely good. Yet I couldn’t stop pointing my eyes and ears at the stage. If they’re taking drugs, I want to know what.
SXSW DAY 4: PANGEA, TIJUANA PANTHERS, BON BON, TÜLIPS, ABLEBODY, HOTT MT, CIGARETTE BUMS, BEACH PARTY, EMPEROR X, LADYHEAT
April 1st, 2013 · 1 Comment
She’s like the character you’d add to a TV show to spruce things up–not like that bastard Poochie from Itchy and Scratchy, but legit, like Flim Flam from The 13 Ghosts of Scooby Doo.
SXSW DAY 3: THEE OH SEES, SPINDRIFT, LEOPOLD AND HIS FICTION, THE LOVELY BAD THINGS, RESIDUELS, THE GO, FUNGI GIRLS, THE BLANK TAPES, NIGHT BEATS, MMOSS, MERCHANDISE
March 26th, 2013 · 2 Comments
Spindrift played Hotel Vegas with a bad-ass boogie rock sound, like something the Hell’s Angels would have been listening to in the 60s if they’d been less right-wing and instead joined forces with John Sinclair and the White Panthers to legalize pot and make love in the streets.
SXSW DAY 2: HOTT MT, SAM FLAX, BEACH PARTY, SO MANY WIZARDS, GAP DREAM, DUOLOGUE, A HOUSE FOR LIONS, BODY PARTS
March 17th, 2013 · 7 Comments
Have you ever noticed there are no black Coldplays or Arcade Fires or Sunny Day Real Estates, only black Crystal Antlers-es and TVs on the Radio? BLACK MEN IN INDIE ROCK ARE NOT ALLOWED TO GENTLY PINE!
March 15th, 2013 · 2 Comments
… with an entire Mac software set at his disposal, not to mention a real drum kit, he could have had any drum sound he pleased, but he preferred to pair many of his songs with the kind of analog binks and thocks that could have accompanied a game of Pong in 1973.
January 24th, 2013 · No Comments
The cool, the dorky, the unsmiling, the spastic, the silent, the pimpled and the suave all rocked out with as much self-consciousness as preschoolers. No one took their pants off, yet the rafters knocked.
ZIG ZAG WANDERER: THE OCTOBER THAT DRIPPED BLOOD, GIANT GIANT SAND, POLAR GOLDIE CATS, ROMNEYLOO & MORE
November 27th, 2012 · 1 Comment
The Cigarette Bums were up next. Already among the first rank of Eastside bands, they bid as fair to be Silverlake’s champion road dogs, playing this last local stand before departing for yet another tour. They swaggered to the stage and laced into their customary biff-bang-pow like nothing else mattered. Midway through, Steve broke a string, leaped from the stage, faceplanted beautifully, and bombed out the door to return with a replacement guitar twenty seconds later. The set concluded when a short-circuit briefly snapped off every light in the building. Cheering was little short of maniacal as the Bums took bows in the dark.
November 10th, 2012 · No Comments
Ellis can turn phrase with the best around, like a mangier Mark Twain bewitching some shoddy Christmas decorations into a holiday pavilion on the Champs Elysee.