Alibi V.18 No.10 • March 5-11, 2009 ››
Music to Your Ears
Home, Sweet Home
The stock market is contracting so fast you can almost hear it snap. But there's an upside to tight times. They remind us that wealth isn't how much we own, it's valuing what we have. And the most fortunate people are rich in friends, neighbors, family, community.
We Should Be Dead
But we disagree
When asked whether his band will conquer America, Stephen Purcell only musters a halfhearted “Yeah, we’re gonna take it over,” before breaking into nervous laughter.
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Jazz With an Accent
Saxophonist David Sánchez
From the opening notes on his latest CD—the Grammy-nominated Cultural Survival—saxophonist David Sánchez captures your attention with a sound as compact, muscular and lithe as a panther.
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Flyer on the Wall
At Your Servus
Can’t wait for Friday? Shake off those weekday blues at Blackbird Buvette’s (509 Central NW) Lipp Servus dance party, held every Thursday night with rotating DJs and deep cuts galore. Free, 21+. (Laura Marrich)
Living Things Habeas Corpus
· Joshua James The Sun Is Always Brighter
· The Bran Flakes I Have Hands
If Living Things led a revolution, it would do it wearing a leather jacket. The steady jabs of towering guitar and anarchistic rants come wrapped in effortless cool. It’s a shame the band’s so fed up with capitalism, because this brand of slick cock-rock is perfect for a sports car commercial. Living Things can’t quite rein in the slow ballad, but it rarely strays from fast-striking riot starters. The St. Louis four-piece jams its modus operandi down your throat until you choke it down, and that proves a supremely effective delivery method. (SM)
Zomboy • electronic • Trampa • Xilent
The Sunshine Theater continues to bring Burque the best in post-contemporary jams when they welcome electro wizards Zomboy, Trampa and Xilent to town…
Miss May I • Ice Nine Kills • metal • Capsize • alternative, melodic hardcore • Lorna Shore • emocore • Westwind
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…
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TOKiMONSTA • electronic, hip-hop
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 deconstructing 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. $15 is all it will cost the average 18+ listener to engage in the elusive what-comes-next nature of West-Coast grooviness. The curtain rises on TokiMonsta at 9pm.
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Sorry Guero! • American death groove • Moonshine Blind • rock, country • The Lords of Wilmoore • punk rock • Cobra Vs. Mongoose
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 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?