Flyer on the Wall
Shake Your Metal-maker
And the winner in the Pretty Sweet Band Name category .... Bottled Friends! Come one, come all (-ages) Sunday to the Launchpad for their CD release and churn out some rock and metal with the likes of Michael Lee Ostrander, Evolocity, Dim the Darkness and Dyings Destiny. It’s $7 and starts at 7 p.m. (MD)
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The Big (un)Easy
The Twilight Singers’ Greg Dulli ain’t about to do the lazy rockstar thing
By Mark Sanders
Greg Dulli doesn’t take too well to the easy life.
At least, this would seem to be the case, if Dulli’s songs bear even the slightest resemblance to his own past. The 41-year-old vocalist who first gained notoriety as the cigarette-stained voice of the Afghan Whigs, and later as the Twilight Singers’ main man, slathers his latest album (the Twilight Singers’ Powder Burns) in the kind of self-effacing rhetoric fans have come to expect. Sleaziness, sexiness, copious drug use and a nod or two to ’60s R&B (and, curiously, arena-ready cock rock) frequently decorate--or some would say, mar--his albums, making you wonder whether this guy is for real, or whether it’s all a big satire.
Them's Fightin' Words
I Can Lick Any Sonofabitch in The House is rarin' to crack Albuquerque a good one
By Marisa Demarco
It's 4 p.m. in Portland. That's a bit early for Mike D.
He played four shows yesterday, three acoustic solo performances and one raucous bar gig with the band he fronts, I Can Lick Any Sonofabitch in The House. "It wears your voice out," he says, and the strain is audible.
I Can Lick Any SOB hits the tour trail pretty hard. Five months a year, the guys are on the road. Twice a year, they cross over to the East Coast. Four or five times a year, they travel up and down the other. "The van is getting tiresome," Mike D says. He hates being away from his wife and child. But he's facing 13 shows in 14 days (one of which is at our own Atomic Cantina) with some kind of determination. I Can Lick Any SOB "hasn't really cracked" Albuquerque—yet.
On the Road
Beirut and fellow New Mexicans A Hawk and a Hacksaw hit the Mother Road
By Amy Dalness
Broken down outside of Gallup along Route 66 with nothing to do but sit around, stack up some beer bottles and knock ’em down again to the tune of a finely played accordion. It's almost too romantic a tale to be true, but there they were, just two bands on the road back to Albuquerque.
Beck The Information · Lucero Rebels, Rogues & Sworn Brothers · Malajube Trompe-l'Oeil
By Lash Bower
Perhaps a more fitting title for this album would be Get Real Paid: A Tribute to Beck, Vol. 2. The fear that Beck’s music has descended into a state of self-congratulatory apathy, ignited by last year’s Güero, has finally been realized by the resounding “clunk” made by this disappointing release. Safely nestled under the production wing of industry heavyweight Nigel Godrich, The Information plays like a game of Beck bingo, allowing listeners to happily stamp references to prior albums, gleefully confident that they’ve finally figured him out. Sea Change’s lullaby of droning strings? Stamp. Odelay’s pseudo-philosophical lyrical mishmash? Stamp. Midnite Vultures’ loop-based schmaltz? Stamp. File under: Post-Beck.
Castle • metal • Shoggoth • metal • SuperGiant • stoner rock • Jagged Mouth • metal
By Megan Reneau
Aleister Crowley nor George W. Bush will be around (maybe) but prepare to sharpen your horns and do some bidding for some badass folks that definitely aren't involved in the occult—the doom metal trio Castle enchants locals at the Launchpad this Saturday, March 4, with the doors to the underworld opening at 8pm. Joining the '70s heavy metal-esque group will be Burque inhabitants Shoggoth, SuperGiant and Jagged Mouth. Only vessels 21+ for this $8 show allowed.
Gaby Fuentes • Regulus • Tear Pressure • indie pop, punk
By August March
An up and coming local band I have been enjoying listening to is named Tear Pressure. I found out about them when I was wandering the local college campus and saw a flyer for a show they were doing at some apartment complex up on Copper in the Heights, yo. That was a decent show with an excellent barbeque and I felt like Tear Pressure was going to appear on the scene within the year. Now of course, they are playing their dirty and delicious, slithery and subtle no wave at Burt's Tiki Lounge on Monday, March 6, and as usual at Burt's there is no goddamn cover charge. Ever. I hear some daring lo-fi pop credentials being built on tunes from the band's latest recording, the Chill Ass EP—songs like “Quaaludes” and “All Moms Are Weirdos” that build intensity as they roll through cray melodic and stylistic changes. They'll be opening for math mastermind and CRTTRZ guitarist Gabriel Angel Fuentes and Austin indie taco-rockers Regulus, so be there.
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