Music to Your Ears
By Laura Marrich
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
By Simon McCormack
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
By Amy Dalness
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.
Airpushers Themes For the Ordinarily Strange · Pigeon John And The Summertime Pool Party · Dead Moon Echoes of The Past
By Marisa Demarco
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.
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