Music to Your Ears
My, You've Been Busy—Three very different local acts will drop new albums this week, all of them at all-ages release parties scattered throughout town.
Foma CD Release Party
"A rocket's red glare will take me there" --Foma
First of all, let's define our terms here.
Foma: Harmless untruths; a term coined by Kurt Vonnegut in his novel Cat's Cradle; a principle tenet of a fictional religion called Bokonism.
Phobos: 1. The larger moon of Mars, the word literally translates as "fear;" 2. In Greek mythology, Phobos was the personification of fear and horror.
When people can't control what is happening around them, they often succumb to a paranoid obsession with their inability to figure out what lies ahead. There is a stage of the game where we all begin to think in terms of crisis. That's just how we're wired. In a world filled with addiction and control, addiction to control is not uncommon.
For anyone who craves the screaming vocals, airtight beats and reckless energy of genuine punk, The Casualties have got your fix--they've even got it in Spanish and on DVD.
Flyer on the Wall
There's No Crying in Baseball
Cheer up, shortstop. Ellis wants you to come to the Yale Art Center on March 26 for their "Sunday School" open mic night (all-ages). Ellis plays at 10 p.m. (LM)
Dead on Point 5, The Blastamottos, Ten Seconds to Liftoff, Darlington Horns
Friday, March 24, Atomic Cantina (21-and-over); Free: There are music fans and there are genre fans. Genre fans listen to the same stuff repeatedly until they finally burn out and cash in their record collections to buy a suit for their new lifestyle job. Tonight is for the music fans. Rather than your tired, typical bill of four bands all playing the same formula metal or garage, these groups have little in common except musical passion.
Your Name In Lights
with Ends In Tragedy (ex-12 Step Rebels), Danny Winn & The Earthlings, Fairshot (ex-Time4Change)
Saturday, March 25, Launchpad (all-ages): So, like I've been muttering all along, the all-ages ban in Albuquerque was nothing but a treacherous rumor. Just smoke and mirrors. An ugly noise. So now what you want to do is celebrate with a rocktastic all-ages blowout. Hey, I'm with you. And I'm here to help.
I had really high hopes for Karate High School. The album cover looks like a grainy screen shot from an obscure Nintendo game. Instead, it's more of the same old radio-ready pop punk, bland and generic with little bits of video-gamelike things thrown in as a kitschy afterthought. When, oh when, is someone going to do justice to, say, the water level of the first Mario Bros.? If members of Karate High School want to recall the master compositions of their youth, they should really go for it and produce something integrated—not a souvenir but an honest-to-goodness tribute.