Three Burque Bands
Three vibrant videos
Burque ska band reunites
In the '90s, ska was experiencing its third wave, and Albuquerque was experiencing Giant Steps. The seven-member band formed in 1993 from the ashes of notable local groups Beat Fetish and Cool Runnins.
Bat Wings For Lab Rats CD Release
While it takes some acts ages to get it together and release a debut album (cough, Black Maria), Bat Wings For Lab Rats is already on it, though the band formed only last year. The eclectic Albuquerque four-piece prides itself on genre-bending, and its first recording reflects that in title—Punk • Hop • A • Delic. Cut at Elephonic Recording Studios by Old Main drummer and Launchpad / Low Spirits sound guy Jason Wolf, your copy of the 10-track disc will be available at the Launchpad (618 Central SW) on Saturday, July 17. Opening the all-ages album release party are fellow locals The Big Spank and Reviva, along with Chihuahua punk band Seis Pistos. People's Republic (of Albuquerque) plays the 21-and-over aftershow. Festivities begin at 9 p.m. and $5 gets you in.
Dirt City Archives
Here Comes Trouble
The Eyeliners vs. Psychodrama
Despite the inevitable dirty old men in the audience, The Eyeliners didn’t draw attention to gender. Sisters Gel, Lisa and Laura debuted as Psychodrama, certainly not a name that screams “girl band!” Nor did they emulate the pandering jailbait image that the girls of The Donnas milked successfully well into their 20s. There were no baby doll dresses or torn fishnets. Instead they wore tees, hoodies and high-top Chuck Taylors. All Psychodrama wanted was to rock out and have fun.
Saturday May 29: Ghost Circles, Spanish Gamble, Nothington, Parkingsons and Rusty Curtains
Originally posted on Rocksquawk.
5/7/10 - Prison of Sound, Music is the Enemy, Reference Man, and Bone Dance @ the Coalmine.
Killer show! This was the debut of Prison of Sound and my first time seeing Music is the Enemy – two bands whose names had been buzzing around town pretty fiercely in recent weeks and as it turns out, with good reason.
So I had every intention of loving this band, knowing that Prison of Sound was born under the fantastic engineering from some of my favorite Albuquerque luminaries led by bassist Brian Roy who (naturally) enlisted his brother Chris on guitar (both formerly of superheavies, Below the Sound and Mindwar, with Brian also of the late, great Catfish Hunter), the very missed (Devil Riding Shotgun) John Stroh on drums, and who knew? Roñoso Greg on vocals (who I can’t help but think was unmercifully flogged by his crusty dreadlocked friends for rejoicing in his sin as he is lifted and becomes a full-fledged rocker dude.) I also just gave in completely (naming them my new favorite) when they seemingly nailed the decadence of my heroes perfectly, summoning their mojo from the Jesus Lizard, the Melvins, and Helmet.
That night they tossed out maybe 7 or 10 songs – all uppercuts -- with the centerpiece “Hired Hand” that’s heavier, meaner, and sexier than anything I’ve listened to lately. Driven by a smoking mean bass, their songs are ridiculously good! Every deliberate pause, aberrant lurching riff and cymbal crash - ostensibly a work of art - like the caustic “Grey”, bitter “Pandora Express”, and bass-heavy “Seven Days”. Actually, bass-heavy everything -- which is just the way I like it.
While a lot of their songs are full of lament, their lyrics are pretty tongue in cheek; a trademark of Greg’s and worth straining to hear, as in “Shotgun” which describes all of the things a shotgun is not – like “a chew toy”. I say straining because there was a definite lack of volume in the vocals, which some say might’ve been on purpose by Greg himself, but I don’t know. In spite of that, he was still pretty ferocious (although much like a snapping Rotweiler behind a chain link fence, who really wants to do some damage to your head, but can’t). But visually he managed, and it was a fun ride watching him start off mildly calm (as if in some sort of narcotic delirium) then slowly sneak up on you evolving dangerously into a hellrock hurricane as he does like a frantic madman at the end of “Pandora Express” (see the video.)
So right out of the starting gate, Prison of Sound was damn impressive. And I’m convinced that their first album will be an apocalyptic masterpiece. I only hope they bang it out as quickly as they are writing new songs, which is equally impressive for a new band. Then again, we forget who we're dealing with here; Heavyweights all the way.
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Dirt City Archives
¡Un Grito Electrico!
The Chinese Love Beads
Not long ago, the musical road between the ’Burque and El Chuco (that’s El Paso, Texas, to you) was well-traveled. It was easy to find records by Paseños such as Faction X, Not So Happy or Fall On Deaf Ears. Since many Tejano punks were from El Barrio de Ysleta with familia across the border, they also opened that path to exciting Juárez outfits like Setenta Dos Horas. In El Chuco one evening, my greatest regret was having to decline an invitation to a show en otro lado over the Rio Grande. A guero like me couldn’t have asked for a better escort, but being on the New Mexico state payroll I had to work early next morning with a clear head sin crudo.