Since there's no Best Band in Rio Rancho category in this year's Best of Burque poll, it's up to bands in The R to duke it out themselves for scene supremacy. (I'm starting a grassroots campaign to re-brand Rio Rancho "The R." It's just as tacky and insipid as paying a PR firm to christen Albuquerque "The Q," and if people in The Q have to suffer, everyone else should, too. While we're at it, join me in reducing New Mexico to one "colorful" and buzz-generating letter, "The X." Maybe we can trick Jessica Alba into coming back to the most mysterious state in The USA.)
Part hippie drum circle, part lo-fi psychedelia, The Ruby Suns have crafted an indie-pop record with a "world music" feel about it. The Ruby Suns' singer/songwriter Ryan McPhun is clearly enamored with the sounds he's come across while trotting the globe, but a part of him still likes the popular synth-enhanced genres from the States. Sometimes there are too many instruments in play and the banging and clanging starts to grate. Still, Sea Lion keeps you guessing and the surprises are usually pleasant. (SM)
Electronic experimentalist and heady hip-hop instrumentalist Jennifer Lee, better known as TOKiMONSTA, makes an appearance at the Historic El Rey Theater on Thursday, Sept. 28. An astral entity whose work with Project Blowed and Flying Lotus landed her squarely within the realm of El Lay’s underground hip-hop movement, Lee also happens to be a classically trained pianist. She is well-known for de-constructing the work of luminaries like Justin Timberlake and Yacht through remixes that absolutely come apart in your head as the beat drops—sometimes delicately, sometimes like thunder, but always with a focus that speaks volumes about her musical prowess and wonky tendency to digress upon subtle rhythms and beatific bits of melody. $17-$22, is all it costs the average 18+ listener to engage in the elusive what-comes-next nature of West-Coast grooviness. The curtain rises on TokiMonsta at 9pm.
Sorry Guero! • American death groove • Moonshine Blind • rock, country • The Lords of Wilmoore • punk rock • Cobra Vs. Mongoose
By August March
Hard rock is a thing that occasionally raises it's grizzled, drug-addled head in this dusty desert. It's a damn good thing the dude can play the guitar like ringing a bell. It also helps that the thing can sing. If not for these two crowd-pleasing aspects, Dirty City denizens would have booted hard rock and his ilk outta this town ages ago. If you still haven't been exposed to this phenomena, may I suggest you haul your hipster ass down to Launchpad on Saturday, Sept. 30, for the album release party hosted by Burque groove-metal stalwarts Sorry Guero! The entirety of the diamond tough, blue-jean-clad, head-banging subculture who worship hard rock will be there, solidly represented by bands like hillbilly-heshers Moonshine Blind and pure punk provocateurs such as the Lords of Wilmoore (eh, I lived on that street too, as an undergrad) and Cobra vs. Mongoose. So be there or be obtuse; it's only ten bones, okay?