Music to Your Ears
By Jessica Cassyle Carr
MTV, Get Off the Air!--Despite the Dead Kennedys shouting for them to go away for the last 21 years, as of Aug. 1, MTV will have been on the air for 25 years. So, in the spirit of the unsatiated desire of the Dead Kennedys, I’m compelled to start off by blurting out the clichéd affirmation that “MTV sucks.” Just go to mtv.com right now and see for yourself. It’s basically corporate radio in television form with an added bonus of obsessive celebrity worship. The station rarely plays music, but simultaneously has incredible influence on the music industry. But most of us know this already.
Lousy Robot CD Release Party
There’s a method to their madness
By Laura Marrich
Crouching deep inside Jim Phillips' cerebrum is a kid with his hands between knees. Let's call him Ned. Ned is busy counting the number of syllables you've just said to Jim. Now he's making a rule about it. It's called “The Disguise of Changing Scenery,” or something equally splendiferous and literary. Now he's humming the idea back to Jim in musical Morse code, which is being broadcast onto the back of Jim's skull like a home movie. The colors bleed onto everything. And now Ned's resetting the whole thing back to zero, like winding a clock.
Dirty on Purpose
with The Build
By Simon McCormack
Wednesday, Aug. 2, Launchpad (21-and-over): Straddling the line between an indie band with screwed-up time signatures and long periods of straight instrumentation and a rock band with a Yo-La-Tengo-without-the-bite style of play, Brooklynites Dirty on Purpose are poised at the verge of quasi-stardom and indie acclaim.
Hecho n’ K-za
By Marisa Demarco
Saturday, July 29, Puccini's Golden West Saloon (21-and-over); $5: They would go out on the weekends to bars like Tumbleweed, Fantasia or Bandito Hideout restraurant. Spanish rock lived in those joints--on the radio, but never live.
with The Foxx and Unit 7 Drain
By Captain America
Without fail, the Prids grab you and shake you up from note one, whether live or on a recording, such as their latest, … Until the World is Beautiful on Five03 Records.
The Bitter Sermon Spreadin' the Good Word · Will Holshouser Trio Singing to a Bee · Dave Douglas Meaning and Mystery
By Mel Minter
When singer Bernadette Seacrest split and left her band, the Yes Men, high and dry, these talented groove merchants (Michael Grimes, bass and vocals; Jason Aspleset, drums; Aaron Cummings, sax) hardly missed a beat, reconfiguring with John Cousins (piano) and putting out a jazzy new CD (10 originals, one cover). The solid grooves that Grimes (who’s grown as a singer) and Aspleset lay down keep things smoldering, but the group catches fire only intermittently (e.g., “Shine”). They seem caught in an identity crisis, veering back and forth between cocktail jazz and gritty soul. Once they find their center, watch out.
Flyer on the Wall
Louder Than Bombs
Drown out the impending global war--and the stately, blathering shitheads who’ve brought us to the brink of it--this Saturday, July 29, at Burt’s Tiki Lounge! The Prids (see “Show Up!”), The Foxx and Unit 7 Drain are along for the handbasket ride. (LM)
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Vampires Everywhere! • rock • Consider Me Dead • Set to Stun
By August March
Metalcore masters Vampires Everywhere! will be rising from their decrepit coffins…
Tacocat • post post punk pop • Red Light Cameras
By Robin Babb
Everything about Tacocat is candy-coated. Technicolor-dyed hair, surfy guitar vibes and unabashed riot grrl revivalism combine in this energetic quartet from Seattle to make some of the best pop-punk tunes you’ve heard since you became okay with listening to pop-punk again. It’s good music for gleefully burning pictures of your ex. With punchy but sweet vocals and catchy choruses that you’ll be humming for days, their latest album NVM is worthy of heavy rotation. Their second LP (and first on the Hardly Art label), NVM features beefed-up production but the same garage-y, DIY sound from their earlier EPs Woman’s Day and Take Me to Your Dealer. Stand-out tracks are “Crimson Wave” (which is about exactly what you think it’s about) and “Psychedelic Quinceñera,” a ballad about a girl who would rather forego the regular quinceñera formalities on her 15th birthday and get hella blitzed with her amigas instead. After exhausting the basement venues of Washington, Tacocat is heading inland on their winter tour with Sallie Ford. Red Light Cameras open. Pay your 10 bucks and get ready for the most colorful 21+ mosh pit of your life!
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