As indicated by George Is On, a just-released set on the Thrive imprint, Ali “Dubfire” Shirazinia and Sharam Tayebi are eager to cross over by any means necessary. The package’s blatantly commercial ploys include the dubious “Flashing for Money,” which mashes together “Flashdance,” the twosome’s irresistible club fave from last…
More people have heard Holly Golightly duet with Jack White on “It’s True That We Love One Another,” a highlight of the White Stripes’ 2003 disc Elephant, than have checked out any of the dozen or so discs she’s released under her own name. Yet she doesn’t appear to chafe…
What do Willie Nelson and Wayne Coyne of the Flaming Lips have in common? Besides resin-caked brainstems, both legends have handpicked the same unknown singer-songwriter as an opening act: Travis Graves, otherwise known as Mt. Egypt. And while his upcoming sophomore disc, Perspectives, is already sparking up a buzz on…
Younger generations have come to view the Jack Daniel’s-guzzling, copious-drug-abusing, groupie-violating rock lifestyle as a myth, an impossibility in the age of political correctness, wuss-tastic indie rock, debilitating STDs, an overriding respect for human life, and common sense. But Mtley Crüe once embodied it, and now, incredibly, appears hell-bent on…
Ian Svenonius has been many things to many people. But mostly, the enigmatic frontman of Weird War has served as a source of emulation. While every outfit he’s been involved with over the past fifteen years, from Nation of Ulysses to Cupid Car Club to the Make-Up, has met with…
Kathleen Hanna formed Bikini Kill, the most visible product of the early-’90s riot-grrrl movement, to disrupt the orthodoxy, juicing go-go garage rock with sarcastic drill-team choruses and enough teen spirit to inspire a nation of fanzine-writing followers. After Bikini Kill ran its course — just as the potency of the…
The Bravery was recently provoked into a well-publicized feud by the leader of its fellow new-wave-cannibalizing nemesis, the Killers. Apparently, Brandon Flowers asserted that the Gotham quartet wouldn’t have a record deal if it wasn’t for his synth-driven Sin City-based combo. Meanwhile, the Bravery’s manicured mouthpiece, Sam Endicott, fired back…
The Things They Carried, Tim O’Brien’s semi-fictional memoir of Vietnam, is considered one of the greatest war books of all time. Although Fort Collins’s The Things They Carry hasn’t quite reached that level of acclaim, its gritty, relentless post-punk is every bit as visceral. The troupe formed in 2002 from…
Jason Amm, better known to the experimental dance music contingent as Solvent, creates some of the most melodic and beautiful techno-pop music since the heyday of Kraftwerk and New Order. His attention to melody and sweeping synth lines is what distinguishes him from just about every other producer on the…
If you didn’t cry a little back there,” says Lisa Gedgaudas, “there’s something wrong with you.” Gedgaudas’s boyfriend, Born in the Flood frontman Nathaniel Rateliff, has just finished an especially moving set at the Acoma Center. As he steps off the stage, his own tears are nearly indistinguishable from the…
Singer and provocateur Gerard Way considers My Chemical Romance to be the “odd band out” on the Warped Tour bill. “A majority of indie bands, emo bands, hardcore-punk bands, whatever, look the same, act the same and write about the same stuff,” he points out. “As much as people go…
DJ Vajra is surprisingly stoic when I inform him that he has no talent. “I’m not really insulted by that,” the DJ responds. “I try not to get insulted by much of anything that people say.” Vajra, aka Chris Karns, is even less ruffled when I point out that he’s…
For this particular fan, the Pixies’ reunion tour, 2005 edition, was a bit underwhelming. It was nice to see the group receive some long overdue recognition, but the players seemed hemmed in by the restrictions placed upon them by the large, nostalgia-hungry crowd. This impression was reinforced by Honeycomb, in…
After a decade of innovation that electrified urban music, Missy Elliott and Timbaland have mostly gone their separate ways on The Cookbook. Save for a couple of tracks, Missy made this disappointing album on her own. Of course, it’s a letdown only by comparison with her five previous groundbreaking efforts…
There’s a girl sitting across from you in class, chewing on her eraser, chestnut hair draped across carved-soap cheekbones as she fidgets and squints at the math exam on her desk. Smartest kid in the class, and the cutest, but still sweet enough to glance up, catch you staring and…
Jagjaguwar wants to make damn sure this disc is heard by as many people as possible. The imprint released the CD in January but plans to launch it again in August — and the extra effort is more than justified. Black Mountain, Stephen McBean’s idiosyncratic Vancouver-based collective, is dark, heavy…
There are lots of albums you love despite yourself, and plenty that just plain blow. But Vee Device’s sophomore full-length, Autobiography of a Dying Band, is that rare breed of record: one you try hard as hell to like, but can’t. After all, the skeleton of this disc is more…
Cession’s CD has been a long time coming. Partners Exavier “Marte” Russell Swain and Terrence “Smoke” McGinnis, subsequently joined by Joseph “Fuqua” Jones, have been performing and recording together since the first half of the ’90s, but this disc is the group’s first full-length — and it’s a strong effort…
Niyaz, Niyaz (Six Degrees Records). Remember about six years ago when Cheb Mami guested on that godawful Sting vehicle “Desert Rose”? His brief cameo was the only thing that made that Jaguar jingle even remotely tolerable. Well, imagine an entire album filled with similarly blissed-out arias, only sung by a…
No one on the current scene is better at playing the music-buying public than the pasty Mr. Mathers. As evidence, think back to the 2002 MTV Video Music Awards, when he was apparently offended by ribbing from Triumph the Insult Comic Dog, a puppet wielded by comedian Robert Smigel. This…
The Reverend Adam F. Glasseye looks at the Old American West through the glass eyes of shady sailors and traveling salesmen. The Right Reverend — formerly of Slim Cessna’s Auto Club — fills his snake oil Chautauqua with dark visions, bizarre instruments and stories of salvation and damnation. Honored in…
Queen used to put disclaimers in its records proudly stating that “no synthesizers were used on this record.” Of course, that was before the ’80s enslaved the world — Freddie Mercury and crew included — in a Tron-like dystopia of silicon chips and squiggly blips. Delaware’s Mixel Pixel still lives…
