Open Mike Eagle may be an unapologetic nerd, but his self-coined “Art Rap” ain’t for sissies: he’s a rapper’s rapper, who can segue from socio-political advice pieces to confessional laments to witty pop-cultural comparisons with the same kind of bottomless-buffet delight that Jerry, Elaine, George, and Kramer only hoped to find at the Dream Café. This interview by D.M. Collins.
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It spurs fantasies in me of what Belinda Carlisle might have gotten up to if she’d never dropped the moniker “Dottie Danger” and had saved Sid Vicious’ life by getting him to play bass with her in Superchunk.
August 14th, 2013 · 1 Comment
“I can’t hear myself,” she says early on, about the venue’s piss-poor monitors. “But whatever, I’m sure I sounded fucking great anyway!” Cue the most adorable giggling I’ve heard from an audience of young ‘uns since 1991, when one of the Ninja Turtles said “damn” at a screening of Secrets of the Ooze.
July 15th, 2013 · 2 Comments
Gap Dream sounds utterly unique, not quite like any decade and not quite like any genre. We catch founder Gabe Fulvimar mere minutes before he has to decide whether to try and see Fleetwood Mac live. He’ll be DJing at our release party for issue 111 on Tuesday, July 16, at the Cha Cha in Silverlake! This interview by D.M. Collins.
COACHELLA, DAY 3 PART 2: DINOSAUR JR., SOCIAL DISTORTION, FATHER JOHN MISTY, HARDWELL, NICK CAVE AND THE BAD SEEDS, OMD, WU-TANG CLAN, RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS
April 23rd, 2013 · No Comments
The cure to set the wicked sun takes fuzz,
Nostalgic wah-wah collapsing my lung,
Distorted more than any sober man
Who’d retread Vibrators with sour tongue.
April 21st, 2013 · 2 Comments
It was like old school Devo videos, and it made me happy.
March 24th, 2013 · No Comments
It can now be told: this month’s Rrose in a Prose: MAH! literary salon will now feature writer/director/actress/singer/artist/L.A. RECORD editor Drew Denny! That’s today, folks, for those keeping tabs on that “time” thing.
November 8th, 2012 · No Comments
A classic Freudian father-hater, I came to the show with the possible intention of shaming John Lydon. I had jokes ready. I was prepared to say he looked like a Killer Klown from Outer Space—and you know what? With his stripey socks and orange suspenders that glowed under the black light, and his tuft of Tintin hair perched on top of his middle-aged head as he read old lyrics off a music stand, he really did. But even in his Sex Pistols days, when he aped Richard III, he’s never been the type to care whether people thought he was a buffoon. The only thing that scares him, it seems, is whether people like the music he’s making.
JUL. 19: PSYCH/ SOUL DANCE PARTY w NOW (KEVIN LITROW OF 60-WATT KID) + MECCA VAZIE ANDREWS (THE MOVEMENT ) + DJ DAN COLLINS (L.A. RECORD) + DR. WHO DJS
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June 21st, 2012 · 1 Comment
This album is one of those most rare gems, an album that follows through on the promise of hip hop and breakbeat that rarely gets fulfilled: full sample immersion that leaves its sources big and bold yet fully, delightfully rearranged, a true collage braided together lovingly with original combinations of boxy beats and tinkling treble tones.