Music to Your Ears
By Laura Marrich
The Rocksquawk Music Showcase: Saturday, August 27. The Alibi is trying its leathery hand at yet another Downtown music festival—the Rocksquawk Music Showcase! The idea is that the RMS will operate like a small-scale crawl with about half the bands, minimal lines and a cheap, one-time cover of $5. The top-secret lineup will be announced in the August 25 edition of the Weekly Alibi. As always, I have no control over any aspect of this thing, so I'll be sitting tight right alongside you until then. Log on to rocksquawk.com for more idle speculation. Don't forget—it's on Saturday, August 27!
Make Some Noise for All-Ages Shows
If you don't, we're moving to Seattle
By Jessica Cassyle Carr
As you might have heard, the mayor, as he campaigns for reelection on October 4, is lobbying the state in an attempt to make all-ages shows illegal in venues that sell alcohol, arguing that the under-21/over-21 combination is trouble. The catch here is that this change in policy wouldn't apply to the Isotopes ballpark or Journal Pavilion—places where less than 50 percent of revenue comes from alcohol sales; yet through a variety of loopholes, minors can score crappy, overpriced beer. The policy would instead apply to the Launchpad, host to many of the best shows in Albuquerque and one of the few places in town where people of all ages can see live music; yet through strict security, partitioning and carding, minors don't have a chance at getting liquored. I find it ironic that Journal Pavilion has received 11 administrative citations for actually selling alcohol to minors in the past two-and-a-half years while the Launchpad has received none. Meanwhile, the Journal is steadily cranking out propaganda that clearly echoes the mayor's feelings on the issue, attacking the Launchpad for something that is obviously a bigger problem at the Journal's namesake venue. Hmmm. ... While I've only scratched the surface of this convoluted issue you can read more about it in this week's Newscity article by Christie Chisholm, or read Tim McGivern's blog entries at alibi.com. Also, keep in mind that on Friday, August 26, the New Mexico Alcohol and Gaming Division will hold the only public meeting where you, the fine and caring music fans of Albuquerque, can comment on this issue. It's in the Vincent E. Griego Chambers of the Downtown City/County Building at 9 a.m. We'll see you there.
By Steven Robert Allen
Tuesday, August 16; Lobo Theatre (all-ages): The ability to write a great protest song is one of the rarest of all musical talents, which explains why there are so many god-awful ones out there. Even Bob Dylan—the master of the genre—gave up on them early in his career because he was tired of writing what he called "finger-pointing songs." Sadly, that's an all too apt description of some of the worst examples of the genre.
By Simon McCormack
Saturday, August 13; The Launchpad (21-and-over): Red Earth has consistently committed themselves to making music that tackles a broad range of musical genres. What is most admirable about Red Earth, however, is the way their fury of Brazilian and Native rhythms, horns and fuzz guitar come together without sounding the least bit contrived. "We have a lot of experience with different types of music," percussionist Jeff Duneman says. "That allows us to combine a lot of different styles without sounding phony." On their newest album, Zia Soul, the 10-piece group injects reggae and ska-core with some very Latin beats and early Metallica-brand crunching metal. Red Earth's strikingly unique style has allowed them to attract a crowd that's as diverse as their music. "We get people of every color, old and young," Duneman says. "Because we don't do any of the stereotypical stuff, people relate to [our music] a lot more." For those who have not had the pleasure of attending a Red Earth show, your chance will arrive on Saturday when the band plays a 21-and-over show at the Launchpad with special guest DV8. Duneman invites newcomers to "come on out and be pleasantly surprised."
The Brian Jonestown Massacre
with The Quarter After and Innaway
By Jessica Cassyle Carr
Monday, August 15; The Launchpad (21-and-over): I don't want to give away any details for those of you who haven't seen it, but one might say that I had a Brian Jonestown Massacre paradigm shift after watching Dig! (a documentary about BJM and The Dandy Warhols), and I am now forever tainted for knowing too much. Before, the Brian Jonestown Massacre was just a severely underrated band that makes beautiful and very listenable post-post-modernish psychedelia, but now that I have been exposed to the mad genius that fueled and fuels the whole production I can never go back. The solution? Attending their performance here on Monday, and listening to their new release We Are the Radio, which comes out this month, in an attempt to forge new Brian Jonestown Massacre memories and, as mastermind Anton Newcombe desires, to keep music evil.
By John Hult
The Weather Calling Up My Bad Side (Cake Records)
It's bad enough that this group of Cure/U2-influenced sweater dudes grew up in Salt Lake City. Really, is the Mormon capital of the world an understanding place for sensitive artist types? Of course not. If the beer is three-two, it's much harder to get drunk and hurl challenges to the Lord above when your indifferent lover blows you off yet again. So the brokenhearted boys left for Tacoma, Wash., finally heard the Cure, and eventually made this album. Thanks for leaving, guys. The bitter aftertaste of a failed relationship is so strong on this album it nearly ended up in my mouth. Nice work.
Flyer on the Wall
Snugfit Social Club
By Laura Marrich
On Friday, August 12, DJs Paul and Will will unleash the inaugural fury of Snugfit Social Club at the Launchpad. In the meantime, DJ Paul gives the Alibi a lesson on funky-ass dance beats, just to get your motor runnin'.
Courtesy of the artist
Nizhoni Girls • The Flossies • indie, rock • Midnight Stew • Nite Kidz • Lilith • shoegaze • Litter Brain
By August March
The poster for the concert happening at Moonlight Lounge on Friday, April 28, depicts a lonesome hogan placed in the midst of a black and white desolation. Flying out from a chimney on the traditional Diné dwelling is a plume of colorful smoke that names some of the bands that make that large sacred expanse to Burque’s west much more than a monochromatic desert…
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