Alibi V.16 No.26 • June 28-July 4, 2007 ››
Music to Your Ears
Romeo Has a Name—At long last, the alibi.com contest to rename three-car garage rockers Romeo Goes to Hell is over. Many, many people chimed in with their two cents (and sometimes drink tickets and bus tokens), but only a handful made it to the final death round. Although no one person technically won, Levi Eleven (you know, frontman of the-band-formerly-known-as-Romeo-Goes-to-Hell and baron von merch of I Heart Machine band merchandise) will generously assemble prize packages for the best suggesters.
Unique local band releases Stonebaby and makes a few friends in the process
A few things run through your mind when you watch Marsupious climb on stage. Namely, why is the drummer building a jungle gym out of his rack mounts? And where's the guitar player?
Load up your iPod with our Frontline Five
In honor of Independence Day, we proudly reflect on the Frontline Five: the top musical acts that have fought for our freedom of speech and expression through music. We also give you their freest of free songs, which we call upon you to download. Wave your rights high!
If you gave a bunch of musicians a crash course on “What Rock Should Sound Like” and then let them make a record, soulless junk like this would result. Eat Me is an unintentional mockery of rock heritage. Eat and drink Manson's record and receive only horrid gas in return. I like a cartoony Marilyn that creeps around on stilts wearing a diaper and declaring himself some kind of deity. That's what I want from my antichrist superstar. If I'm looking for introspection—you know, like how real people do—I'll rustle up a folk singer.
Vinyl & Verses' Hard-Won Birthday
It's not a fairy tale of success, but it's a success just the same
Four years ago, local hip-hop was hard to find. Clubs wouldn't book it. The few crews that existed hadn't yet coalesced into a sturdy scene. "There was no sign of hip-hop anywhere," says Phillip Torres. He wanted to perform, to see his friends on stage and to get paid.
courtesy of Prism Bitch
Prism Bitch • punk • Shitty and the Terribles • garage • Gerunding
Let's be clear: the premier psych-y, slithery rocanrol event of February takes place at (where else) the Launchpad on Friday, Feb. 23. That's when local sultry sound stars and de facto leaders of the soulful garage rock unit of this city's scene, Prism Bitch—that would be Lauren Poole, Lilah Rose, Chris Walsh, Teresa Cruces and Nelson Crane—take the stage to blind you with sonic and spectral divination from out the mouths of prison-bound purveyors of a sort of electric blues that takes plenty of pop turns as it smolders and then catches fire all hot and shit. Shitty and the Terribles, say they're punk rock, but their vibe feels more no-wave to me, complete with Nueva York style aggression and power chords. Whatever, they totally rock; psych-pop pronunciators Gerunding (everything they sing ends in -ing, one hopes)—a duo that features Mag Kim and Racheaella Ceniceros—open up this super psychedelic can of worms that are actually magic mushrooms that are actually … oh my gawd, you better go and see for yourself. 9pm • $7 • 21+.
The Open Bra • Mayo Lua de Frenchie • Miss Behavin • Burlesque improv competition • DJ CS Rucker • dance, house
Work up your courage or down a few beers this Saturday, Feb. 24 at Duel Brewing and take the stage for the The Open Bra, a bi-monthly burlesque improv competition. Performers are assigned a song at the beginning of the evening, and then hit the stage to enchant the audience and judges Miss Behavin, Mayo Lua de Frenchie and Annie O'Roar. And hey, if you're too nervous to take a turn dancing, you still get to weigh in on runner-up and winner slots as a member of the kowtowing crowd. This free, 21+ doors at 8pm and the event begins at 9pm. Plan on staying late for a dance party afterwards.
Red Light Cameras • indie rock • Jared and the Mill • The Timewreckers • cosmic country
The favorite, most popular pop band in Dirt City is named after a thing that no longer exists here. No, dudes, it's not the dinosaurs or the inherently racist educational institutions of el duque that one thinks of in such situations; rather it's the Red Light Cameras. ¿Los Recuerdas? Consequently, besides a lot of happy motorists, there's the story of a band here too. That resulting rocanrol ensemble, The Red Light Cameras, continue to draw huge audiences all over the state and now you can count yourself among the lucky humans who've seen them perform when they appear at Sister on Wednesday, March 7 at 8pm. Phoenix indie unit Jared & The Mill are also on the bill. For realz rockers—and perhaps heirs to RLC's guilded throne—The Timewreckers, open. Showtime is 8pm with a $5 cover and 21+.