Dirt City Archives
Mind Over Matter
Burque’s DIY culture emporiums of yore
Last month’s ABQ Zine Fest showed that in these days of instant blog gratification there is a resurgence in cut-and-paste words on paper. Our earlier local zine culture had diminished at the dawn of the aughts, but in the mid ’90s, zines were available at any number of shops in town. The mother lode of them all was Mind Over Matter.
Music to Your Ears
Phantogram makes a stop in Santa Fe this week and we’re giving away tickets to the show. Also, we think gear peddler Music Go Round is swell.
Our thoughts on releases by John Maestas, Blouse and David Lynch
Marisa Demarco’s random tracks
The Alibi’s very own news editor and creator of Gatas y Vatas sets her MP3 player to shuffle.
Flyer on the Wall
Leeches of Lore, KC Strangle, mr. Gnome and RAWRR! invade the Launchpad.
Image courtesy of Epitaph Records
Descendents • Radkey • Hagfish • punk
Now, on the other hand—and as opposed to your parent's music which you claim to have no knowledge of whatsoever—you probably have heard of the Descendents. The quartet from the beautiful yet threatening beach is ripping it up at Sunshine Theater on Friday, Nov. 16 at 8pm. The band claims rights to a lineage of punk rock from the OC and surrounding area that pretty much branched off from hardcore units in the early '90s to produce a more pop-flavored, personally emotional form of the genre. Their brand of music heavily influenced monstrosities like Jimmy Eat World and Blink-182 as well as perhaps birthing the ultimate in abysmal entities, a thing we'll call emo for the sake of convenience. But before they did profound damage to millions of Californios and as-of-then unborn potential rockers, they did produce some pretty epic songs. Besides that, their front man, Milo Auckerman and his compadres, Bill Stevenson, Karl Alvarez and Stephen Egerton are probably responsible for thousands of totally sick skateboarding injuries over the years due to turned out tuneage like “Myage,” “I'm Not a Loser,” “Cameage,” “Uranus” and my all time favorite, “Clean Sheets.” Just 27 bones gets you in to this 13+ gig. Fuck it dude, life's a risk.