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)
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.
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.
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.
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.
Reverend Horton Heat • rockabilly • Fishbone • Strung Out
By August March
Would you like to attend a “Psycho Strung Out Fish Fry?” Well, gentle readers, if such esoteric activities appeal to you, then please consider attending an awesome event with that very name at Burque's Sunshine Theater on Thursday, Sept. 21. In case you wanna know, the main participants in this far-out festival include legendary “county-fed punkabilly” roustabouts the Reverend Horton Heat, led by the charismatic and cray Jim Heath, the fellow credited with creating and cultivating the contemporary rockabilly sound on albums like Liquor in the Front and We Three Kings. Soulful ska scenesters Fishbone—whose 1994 epic effort Give a Monkey a Brain and He'll Swear He's the Center of the Universe is still on rotation at mi chante—plus OG Cali punk rockers Strung Out provide sonic support for this mad 13+ pre-fall fish party which begins at 7:30pm and costs but 22 clams.
The Sunshine Theater continues to bring Burque the best in post-contemporary jams when they welcome electro wizards Zomboy, Trampa and Xilent to town on Friday, Sept. 22. Zomboy, you may recall (if you're young enough to do just that) is a British dubstep dude whose 2011 debut set the stage for an excellent entrada into electronica that includes bouncy and beatific recordings like 2014's The Outbreak. Supporting the bill are Trampa, another Brit beat master, known for his anomalously aggressive take on the same genre and Xilent, a Polish fellow who works magic with dubstep, electro-house and drum and bass. So, go on kids, grab your Vicks Vaporub, plastic pacifier and rainbow colored toe-socks and head downtown for a 7:30pm dance party that coincidentally signals the beginning of fall. For only $20-25 and an ID that says you're 16+, you know you wanna.
Miss May I • Ice Nine Kills • metal • Capsize • alternative, melodic hardcore • Lorna Shore • emocore • Westwind
By August March
If you still haven't had your fill of melodic hardcore, emocore and/or emo with no chaser—and lord knows who hasn't; I still dream of Hawthorne Heights every night before jumping up from my La-Z-Boy recliner and toddling off to bed—then do yourself a solid and visit Albuquerque's home for rock, Launchpad, on Monday, Sept. 25. That's when the Chaos Rising tour hits Dirt City. Featured performers include Miss May I, Ice Nine Kills, Capsize, Lorna Shore and Westwind. I'm goddamn sure this show will totally fucking rock, but I tell you what: check it out and afterwards send me a text with some cool stickers or GIFs attached to let me know for sure. This 13+ emo extravaganza costs the average teenager $15 and it all begins at 8pm.