How did we go from the Rolling Stones to Fartbarf?
On an unusually warm Wednesday night in November, small groups of people stand at the entrance of the Jalopy--familiar faces of the theater, music school, guitar shop and bar like co-owner Geoff Wiley and Bob Dylan aficionado Wyndham Baird. The Jalopy's weekly folk showcase, Roots & Ruckus, is takin ... More >>
Sub Pop's raucous misfit cred has been kept afloat by the white-trash, noise-oozing pranksters in Pissed Jeans, the garage surf-rockers Obits, and the grungester royalty Mudhoney. But new young blood is joining the legendary Seattle label, and it emerges from a town where the Maple Leafs are still c ... More >>
Holy Fuck feel the funk
We're the best! We rule! Yay, us!
Those flower pots aren't going to replace themselves. Photo by Rebecca SmeyneIn the week that 25,000 people converged on a South Street Seaport venue meant for only about 10,000, were denied a free Drake concert, and promptly began rioting, we dodged metal chairs, watched as Police Commission ... More >>
The tenth-anniversary line-up of the our Siren Festival is already stacked. Matt & Kim, Ted Leo, Surfer Blood, Pains of Being Pure at Heart, the Night Marchers, Screaming Females, Earl Greyhound, Wye Oak, Cymbals Eat Guitars, Harlem. But as of this morning, there're four new names to add to that l ... More >>
Tonight, the second viewing of Blood Into Wine, the documentary on Tool frontman James Maynard Keenan's brass-knuckled corkscrew domination of the Arizona winemaking frontier, aptly commences at the City Winery. Meanwhile, cowboy punk Reverend Horton Heat delivers his second sermon of "epically s ... More >>
Norman WongTake a look above at Holy Fuck. Those blank, wide-eyed creatures make berzerker caveman grooves, a primitive stomping of drums and keyboard mashing. This vented fury is best exemplified by their MySpace quote: "Who the fuck is Bilbo Baggins?!" They begin your Friday night at Cake S ... More >>
Major Lazer with Skerrit Bwoy at Jelly's Carniville Our resident ninja photog Rebecca Smeyne spent her time at South By Southwest exploring the festival's badgeless margins--the shows anybody with a little creativity and a lot of patience could attend. From the party for Death Taxes Magazine wher ... More >>
Big Black established Chicago's Touch & Go Records, Butthole Surfers nearly undid it, and Ted Leo stuck with the indie for far longer than anyone expected. But there's also a whole roster of lesser-known, weirdo, commercially doomed T&G releases that likely contributed to yesterday's announcement ... More >>
M.I.A. graces the first of many outdoor stages
Cat-exploding grandeur from terrible namers