It’s bizarre to think that 60 Watt Kid could spawn so many great solo projects–or maybe it’s not! Kevin Litrow has been rocking it out with N O W, but the other half of the Kid’s power duo, Derek Stovall, is making some awfully sad-sounding barroom folk songs that could shake the paint off your Chevy, if you hadn’t already driven it into a ditch.

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L.A. Record + The New L.A. Folk Fest + Grand Ole Echo are co-hosting The Return Of Murder Ballads tonight at the Echoplex. Here is the lineup of musicians performing songs about killing times! For more info, go to the folk fest website. Get a little appetizer by listening to the bands or watching some [...]

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“The dolphin baptizes you/and releases all the pain/from the city,” Litrow croons, and “Drone of Dume” becomes an “Under the Sea” for nature loving trippers.

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Two members of the same band each give L.A. Record their favorite albums of the Aughties! Which albums will overlap? Which will cancel each other out? Is the inclusion of “Ex Models” a vicious personal swipe at someone? And will L.A. Record EVER run out of top ten lists of the Aughties? Stay tuned for the exciting conclusion…

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Delays and set time changes aside, the performances were genuine and the intimate setting of the Hyperion Tavern provided for a great night.

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A look upon the Echo Curio floor Tuesday night revealed no laptops, yet where was that disembodied glockenspiel coming from? They’d sampled their own strange chime-y noises on the spot, when we weren’t looking, like magicians. Invisible jangly loops ensnared the crowd from the moment the first song’s bubbling softness jumped into its second, more rhythmic gear, and then promptly into fifth, as singer Kevin Litrow writhed, St. Vitus style, into the audience.

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60 Watt Kid is a three-piece that has no laptops, 80-odd effects pedals, no bass, and a helluva lot of creative energy. Dan Collins interviews them after a grueling practice, on a hot night in his yard, around a smoky chiminea. A lhasa poo stands guard.

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