Music to Your Ears
Couldn't get Shins Tickets?—You're not alone. In fact, The Shins' choice to play the El Rey had a lot of you folks scratching your heads—the band routinely sells out venues twice the size of the El Rey, which seats somewhere between 700-800 people. How in god's name were you supposed to get tickets that were effectively sold out before the the show was even advertised? Why not play a bigger venue like the Kiva Auditorium?
Flyer on the Wall
More Fun Than a Junior Spelling Bee
I Is For Ida emerges for a rare local show along with Seattle's sensitive H Is For Hellgate and locals Sin Serenade and The Dead Electric. Friday, April 13, at Atomic Cantina. Be there and be square! (LM)
Church is in Session
The Soul Deacons preach the word of soul
Washed in daylight, Evangelos sits quietly amid the trading post-style shops, art galleries and jewelry stores dappled along West San Francisco Street, which leads to Santa Fe's famous downtown plaza. Tourists and locals alike walk past its large windows, shaded by Evangelos' American flag-clad sign—some stopping to glance into the lounge's simple interiors, others passing by without any notice. As the sunlight fades, the glow from Evangelos' stage starts to draw more attention from pedestrians and the bar begins to fill.
Neko Case, of course
It's easy to get sick of music. You could be that guy who has an immaculate archive of vinyl and always knows about new music first, but if inundated with enough of it (say, at a job that requires wading through many a mucky pile of promos), music gets boring.
The Purple Cow Story
Playing each show as if it were their last
The Purple Cow Story grew up idolizing fellow Oklahomans The Flaming Lips and were further influenced by local Norman, Okla., band the Chainsaw Kittens; the former for their sound and the latter for their energetic live show.
The most recent effort from garage-rockers The Willowz is much crisper and less muddled but still no more catchy than their previous releases. The band’s greatest obstacle to achieving greater notoriety is their songs’ tendency to vanish from the listener’s auditory memory in no time at all. The record sounds less like it was recorded in a well than any of their others, but Richie Follin’s lack of a true singing voice and the band’s inability to write more than a handful of outstanding songs keep the album from reaching greater heights.