Music to Your Ears
A Riddle Wrapped in a Mystery Inside an Enigma—I've been driving by this place at Seventh Street and Mountain for months, scratching my head and muttering to myself, “What? ... The Curio?” It's a little shed-house with a sign that proclaims, you guessed it, “The Curio.” Sometimes there are hippies juggling in the front yard. I'm stumped.
Mantis Fist CD Release Party
with Dread Pirate Hotchkiss, Nick Fury, DJ Wataso, Ridic(ule)
Mantis Fist has been around this block—many times. An Albuquerque hip-hop staple, the Fist has brought it's undefinable breed of underground hip-hop to our stages since 2000. "We've performed over 100 shows here," says Keith Connell. "We've played with everybody."
Flyer on the Wall
Stronger Stuff Than Coffee
Although I’m sure they’re perfectly nice people, the music of Zann is truly terrifying. The fact that all the lyrics are in German isn’t helping, either. Be unnerved in the unlikeliest of venues this Thursday, Sept. 14, at Winning Coffee (111 Harvard SE, all-ages). The Coma Recovery, Dear Oceana and The City Is the Tower open around 7 p.m. A $5 donation gets you in. (LM)
The Spirit of the Radio
Can public radio’s airwaves be taken back?
It’s no revelation to say Albuquerque’s radio landscape is lacking. Amidst the ho-hum mainstream formats provided by the likes of broadcasting behemoths Citadel and Clear Channel, which still, as far as I’m aware, each own eight stations in town, there are a few relatively inconsequential public stations, and then there is KUNM.
On Her Own
Local acoustic pop artist gets ready to hit the road—again
Magen White stole her sister's guitar. Well, not "stole" exactly. Her sis played it for a couple months, then kind of forgot about it and left the guitar to languish in their house. Five years ago, Magen picked it up and started fiddling. She cut her teeth on bands like Dashboard Confessional and The Get Up Kids.
TVOR sounds like fun. Singsong hooks, overdubbed and wildly sung, fuzzy noise loops, perfect samples, kinked beats, it's fun—fun and accidentally beautiful. I pulled off the cellophane and gave it what I didn't realize would become a semipermanent home in my CD player. Tunde Adebimpe's got a set of pipes that makes me want to weep, drive really fast and ... play in the sprinklers, all at the same time. All sugar and rattle, his is a free voice, dead-on but always a little out of control. Adebimpe's restrained performance is the tar that binds Cookie Mountain's disparate elements.
Stop Making Sense • Tony O and the Greatest Band Ever • rock
Multiple Best of Burque Music award-winner Tony Orant—one of the giant disembodied brains in impenetrable perspex that is responsible for projects like Pink Freud—is driving his mad musical time machine to the '80s to grok a phenomenon called Talking Heads. The skulls of those four East Coast art school rockers had much influence on music and culture that followed numbly in their wake; just ask Thom Yorke. Anyway, Tony O and the Greatest Band Ever wants to tell you all about that at 7pm on Saturday, May 25 at Inside Out. Orant's assembled band includes members of the aforementioned Freud plus other fantastic players (Chuck Hawley, James Haynes, Lonn Calanca, Mike Jaramillo, Brad Yablonsky, Kelly Wilson, Rachel Ross, Sarah Rebello Amaral) to prove the point I just made. Plus the film, by then-wunderkind Jonathan Demme, is a must-see. For only $10 advance or $15 at the door and a 21-plus ID, you're practically guaranteed to leave the place twitching pleasantly and telling friends that, with a little practice, they can walk and talk just like you.
Heiroglyphics • hip-hop
Hieroglyphics is on tour this summer because 20 years ago, 3rd Eye Vision was released. As you may recall, this album was one of the most important hip-hop recordings to appear near the end of the 20th century. It had folks like Del the Funky Homosapien wrangling a crew that boasted A-Plus, Opio and Domino. In response to the stone cold East Coast cliquishness of Wu-Tang, Heiroglyphics demonstrated that, in many ways, the West remained the best, matching what was going down in Nueva York with palpable power. Anyway this crew is going gigging at Sister on Wednesday, May 29. They will begin jamming for the 21-plus set at about 7pm and your presence is requested—not so much for the implied historical significance, but because it would be dang pure to see you all dig “Dune Methane” on the dance floor. Tickets go for $38.55, yo.