Music to Your Ears
The Swing of Things
For more than a decade, Tuesday nights at the Heights Community Center (823 Buena Vista SE, southwest of Yale and Coal) have been Albuquerque's haven for swing dancing and the hopped-up, vintage music that compels it.
In a Landscape
DJ Spooky on Antarctica, economics and sound art
Tears of a clown
Rarely do face paint and hardcore rap seamlessly fit together, but for Kansas City’s Tech N9ne, it’s been his steez for the past two decades. The self-proclaimed “weirdo rapper” deals in fallen angels and other dark material that places him worlds apart from other MCs. It’s not all about bling, bitches or Bentleys—he rhymes like he’s narrating a horror film. Tech’s style murders the competition by combining wicked, tricky wordplay, melodic hooks and incredibly speedy rap. But the most impressive thing about Tech N9ne isn’t his music—it’s his work ethic.
Guitarist Michael Anthony makes it a point to recognize the people who have influenced him along the way.
Flyer on the Wall
Nougat, Caramel, Orange Cream
For their birthdays, James and Mark get a Whitman’s sampler of psychedelic trails (Canyonlands, Arc Light), Brit-pop hooks (The Hollow Lines), electro beats (The Gatherers) and garage punk distortion (The Scrams). Basement Films ties them up with a big, graphic bow on Saturday, Oct. 24, at Burt’s Tiki Lounge (21+, free). (Laura Marrich)
Three cheers for new New Mexi rock and roll. More cheers for music pressed on wax. This vinyl 7-inch contains four Farfisa-driven, greasy garage tracks. Due to the prominent organ, it bears similarities to the first album by—and I know bands hate to be compared to other bands, but I can't not mention this—British ghouls The Horrors. The songs are short, sweet and dirty. There's even a dance craze. And it's all over too soon. For more, go see The Scrams live at Burt's Tiki Lounge this Saturday.
Gothic Winter Ball • goth, industrial
For at least the past 14 years and probably long before, especially when Pulse was pounding out the hot Burque Goth jams on Thursday nights in Nob Hill—requerdas, Estuardo?—the vibrantly dark local subculture responsible for drenching this town in the blackest of all musical arts has celebrated themselves and the lifestyle they prefer with a traditional Gothic Winter Ball. This year's event happens on Saturday, Feb. 1 at Sister from 9pm in the evening til 1:30am the next morning—with just enough time to get back to the crypt before sunrise. Just kidding. Now, repeat after me: The Cure, Bauhaus, Joy Division, Siouxsie Sioux … For only $10 and a 21-plus ID you're practically guaranteed to get laid, especially if you know the names of any albums by Dead Can Dance and don't forget to touch up that black nail polish and eyeliner, dudes.