Romeo Needs a Name—My favorite three-car-garage lotharios, Romeo Goes To Hell, are practically naked right now, having rejected the band name they've rocked for the last five years. I enjoy publicly humiliating them, so let's all listen in on their innermost musings on the subject, shall we? From the band's Rocksquawk.com forum, as posted by bassist, vocalist, art director and songwriting/sex machine, Levi Eleven.
Marsh can't hold a day job. He tried for a while, but touring with his ambient-rock band, Soular, just wiped the "punctual employee" right off his résumé.
Gather round, young and old, as August Spies [see "Spotlight," March 1-7] dazzles the commonwealth with rock music. "Good show!" cries We Were Born as Ghosts, The Bellmont and The Decca Sequence. All-ages and free at Winning Coffee. (LM)
Los Angeles rapper Deadlee wasn't wanting for media attention last year. On his release Assault with a Deadlee Weapon he fired back at hip-hop's most homophobic MCs: Eminem, DMX and 50 Cent, even accusing 50 of having deep-seated homosexual tendencies:
Not so long ago, the RX Bandits were another cog in the gear of what seemed like an unstoppable ska machine. Propelled by bands like the Bandits, along with The Mighty Mighty Bosstones and Reel Big Fish, the movement swept up millions of teens across the country … for about three months.
The greatest lyricists in my computer's music listings seem to move closer to one another like old friends as albums are added. Bird here is one brief scroll from Ani DiFranco, but further from David Byrne and too many away from Paul Simon to prove this theory. In an ordered universe, this release would put him but a hair's width away from the best wordsmiths. It's Bird's breathtaking prose, charming tenor, his willingness to use breakbeats beneath his violin plucking and subtle arrangements. Fans of beauty should find themselves in close proximity to this disc.