This month, Alibi Group Hug is celebrating that rebellious marriage of early rhythm and blues with country and Western music. Despite being a nascent form of rock and roll, rockabilly, and its wild, raw, reverberating energy, has endured for six decades. On Saturday, an assembly of New Mexico’s most rockabilly-est citizens will provide their sonic services at the Launchpad.
The nihilistic party of pop and subpop culture rages on. Someone knocked over the lamp, and it sure is dark in here. The embers of lit cigarettes wink in the black. One such ember, Le Tigre, wants to make sure you don't forget. About them. About feminism. About gender-fucking. You know, but with, like, beats and shit.
Cleveland rapper Scott Mescudi (aka Kid Cudi) has been pioneering a style of emotionally raw, singsongy hip-hop ever since the release of his 2008 mix tape, A Kid Named Cudi. His songs are club-friendly, life-celebratory anthems just as often as they are meditative stoner jams. On Saturday, June 25, the man who moonlights as "Mr. Rager" played a show for more than 6,500 folks at Hard Rock Pavilion. The Alibi was there to photograph the event.
Shows worth attending this week are many, but space and time prevents me from giving them all the attention they deserve. Music editor Jessica Cassyle Carr tips her newspaper hat to some personally appealing selections.
In light of the fact that parts of the state are on fire, consider not celebrating America with explosives this year. "It just takes that one bottle rocket, that one match, to take out an entire community," Bernalillo County Fire Chief John Garcia told KRQE. Support the boycott here: on.fb.me/fireworksnm. (Jessica Cassyle Carr)
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.