Photos and words by Samantha Saturday Psychedelic punk was alive and well for the second night of the Feeding People Monday residency at the Echo, bringing a sample of what Orange County has to offer. Blonde bombshell Melissa Brooks led her band of merry men, collectively dubbed The Aquadolls through their experimental surf rock jams. [...]

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Philosophers and psychiatrists can argue at length on why dark forms of media exist, of why tales of horror and murder have always seemed to be part of the human condition. I guess it is a safe way to exorcise one’s demons. In the video for Island Universe you get to do so and listen to a beautifully haunting song at the same time.

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Thee Men’s Warehouse is an actual “Unit for Lease” warehouse with a stage that’s surrounded by a second-story loft/balcony, a BYOB policy and a whiskey drinking sound guy. Basically the best place to see bands if you’re cheap. Young. Or both. Down in Anaheim on Friday night, Tucson’s Resonars were touring in support their album [...]

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Tiger High persevered and didn’t miss a beat of their engaging and infectious punk/guitar rock, a feat accomplished by drummer Greg Roberson, even without the full use of his left hand, which had previously been completely severed and reattached following an accident involving a pig and a glass door (you get the idea). Despite having to duct-tape the drumstick in said hand during the band’s set, his drumming was anything but ham-fisted(!), and he provided a rock-steady foundation for the group’s imaginative performance.

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If the White Stripes are a PG-13 blockbuster, Hanni is an NC17 low-budget grindhouse thriller. He achieves a good blend of straightforward greaser rock n roll with little to no bullshit and an earnest attitude that can best be compared to the Columbian drug cartel boss’ remark to Tony Montoya in Scarface: “there’s no lying in you.”

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Deschryver’s insistent melee of beats gave the songs a feeling of urgency right out of the gate, as though they’d taken the crescendo at the end of a song by some lame Coldplay-type band and started there, building whole songs around something that felt explosive, hypnotic, and yet grimly final, like watching a tragedy played out over and over again on CNN as you stare, helpless.

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Sam Flax might have been the most impressive new band on the bill, a post-Hawkwind synthy Numan-wave band with two keyboards, a drum machine, and a couple guitars—and they looked as good as they sounded, with a poncho-clad bassist looking like Ariel Pink’s taller brother, and a blond male guitarist/singer wearing a multi-colored windbreaker and Kim Fowley’s cheek makeup. His female co-singer on keys looked pretty bad-assed too, with a futuristic funnel of hair on top of her head …

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Valentine’s2012 Mixtape by karaokefever

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