Alibi V.15 No.36 • Sept 7-13, 2006 ››
Music to Your Ears
Where's Jenny?—I'd been trying to contact local music promoter Jenny Gamble all week. E-mails and phone calls went unanswered and nobody had seen her around. She had, effectively, disappeared. Then one morning I found a note on my desk. “I'm leaving town. Call me. Jenny Gamble.” So I called.
Flyer on the Wall
The globe’s only known 10-man hip-hop orchestra (or, Breakestra, if you will) will step to the Sunshine Theater on Tuesday, Sept. 12. The all-ages show starts at 8 p.m. and costs $10. Conduct yourself accordingly. (LM)
Melody’s No. 1 fans
Salt Lake City’s The Brobecks aren’t what you might expect of a band from one of the most conservative parts of the country. They ooze free-floating choruses and danceable hooks. The vocals are buoyant and brazen, and the keyboard never loses its grasp of the melody.
An interview with Craig Minowa of Cloud Cult
Musicians with a cause aren't rare in the industry. Any hipster with a guitar can belt out tunes decrying the government or warning of impending nuclear fallout, but it takes something more to make change rather than just call for it—like courage, conscience, resolve, cause and, not least of all, desire. Craig Minowa brings these things to Cloud Cult, an indie-rock band with songs that depict the best and worst of human nature and actions that try to preserve humankind. The Alibi caught him mid-tour to ask a few questions about the band and their green ways.
Everything I like about the Black Eyed Peas in spite of myself—the ’70s-lovin' funk, the goofiness—found its spotlight on this one. Two of the supergroup's musicians, Printz Board and Tim Izo Orindgreff, made their way to the studio without the company of Fergie or will.i.am or any of their Grammy-winning compatriots. They emerged with a grab bag of samples and hooky goodness that's surprising and infectious, like the plague, like ... the Peas. This disc grew on me like a virus, gradually conquering all of my snobbier music cells.
Country-Fried State Fair
This year’s state fair promises the usual smattering of caramel apples, rickety rides and high-pressure carnies, but it’s also chock-full of musical talent.
courtesy of Prism Bitch
Prism Bitch • punk • Shitty and the Terribles • garage • Gerunding
Let's be clear: the premier psych-y, slithery rocanrol event of February takes place at (where else) the Launchpad on Friday, Feb. 23. That's when local sultry sound stars and de facto leaders of the soulful garage rock unit of this city's scene, Prism Bitch—that would be Lauren Poole, Lilah Rose, Chris Walsh, Teresa Cruces and Nelson Crane—take the stage to blind you with sonic and spectral divination from out the mouths of prison-bound purveyors of a sort of electric blues that takes plenty of pop turns as it smolders and then catches fire all hot and shit. Shitty and the Terribles, say they're punk rock, but their vibe feels more no-wave to me, complete with Nueva York style aggression and power chords. Whatever, they totally rock; psych-pop pronunciators Gerunding (everything they sing ends in -ing, one hopes)—a duo that features Mag Kim and Racheaella Ceniceros—open up this super psychedelic can of worms that are actually magic mushrooms that are actually … oh my gawd, you better go and see for yourself. 9pm • $7 • 21+.
The Open Bra • Mayo Lua de Frenchie • Miss Behavin • Burlesque improv competition • DJ CS Rucker • dance, house
Work up your courage or down a few beers this Saturday, Feb. 24 at Duel Brewing and take the stage for the The Open Bra, a bi-monthly burlesque improv competition. Performers are assigned a song at the beginning of the evening, and then hit the stage to enchant the audience and judges Miss Behavin, Mayo Lua de Frenchie and Annie O'Roar. And hey, if you're too nervous to take a turn dancing, you still get to weigh in on runner-up and winner slots as a member of the kowtowing crowd. This free, 21+ doors at 8pm and the event begins at 9pm. Plan on staying late for a dance party afterwards.
Red Light Cameras • indie rock • Jared and the Mill • The Timewreckers • cosmic country
The favorite, most popular pop band in Dirt City is named after a thing that no longer exists here. No, dudes, it's not the dinosaurs or the inherently racist educational institutions of el duque that one thinks of in such situations; rather it's the Red Light Cameras. ¿Los Recuerdas? Consequently, besides a lot of happy motorists, there's the story of a band here too. That resulting rocanrol ensemble, The Red Light Cameras, continue to draw huge audiences all over the state and now you can count yourself among the lucky humans who've seen them perform when they appear at Sister on Wednesday, March 7 at 8pm. Phoenix indie unit Jared & The Mill are also on the bill. For realz rockers—and perhaps heirs to RLC's guilded throne—The Timewreckers, open. Showtime is 8pm with a $5 cover and 21+.