photography by Ward Robinson The Icarus Line brought people West, way West, to The Roxy on February 25th. It can be weird being on the Sunset strip. right in the middle of the audience was a woman with an unfortunate boob job and a cowboy hat and outside the sidewalks were scattered with leopard and [...]

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Saint Motel was a fun gig. Their music feels fresh, like poppy seed indie rock and roll with a tenderness towards celery and cucumbers. And then some hot soup. And then a strange hand formed caffeinated cracker that you eat without remembering to chew.

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Today’s answer to rock, Rumspringa channels the roots of the genre and bring pride back to the electric guitar. Stevens and de la Vega have such command of the stage and their instruments that you get lost in their natural talent. Stevens creates multiple melodies using Little Lupe, a memory pedal that makes Rumspringa’s intricacies possible. As for de la Vega’s vigorous and acute drumming, I’ll just assume that while on stage, he grows six arms to take complete charge and keep up with Stevens’ quick-fingered guitar playing.

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I am happy to say that Ozzy is still fucking awesome! He opened his one-hour set with an energized version of “I Don’t Know,” and he looked fit and happy, and his vocals sounded great. He played a few Sabbath classics like “War Pigs” and “Paranoid” and a bunch of his solo favorites. He hosed the crowd down several times with foam fire retardant. I got nailed, and I was a good 20 yards away. I saw one dude perched in a tree yell to his friend who was standing next to me that this show was his personal rock and roll moment, just as Ozzy nailed him square in the face with the foam like he was an anarchist at a WTO rally.

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