“Life?” asks Victoria Woodworth. “Mine’s a mess. That’s how I like it.” This take-it-as-it-comes attitude regularly shakes up Faultline, an impressive new disc that’s being celebrated this week by a trio of CD-release shows: Wednesday, October 1, at the Lion’s Lair, with Luther Wright & the Wrongs; Thursday, October 2,…
Sounding as excited as someone stuck in traffic, Lisa Marie Presley settles in for yet another goddamn media probe. Immortalized by enough tabloid clippings to sink a garbage barge, the Princess of Graceland knows the drill of being drilled all too well. After all, she’s lived in a publicity bubble…
It’s like the flutter of a bug caught in a cobweb, or the jittery split second before a first kiss, or maybe even one of those tics throbbing deep in your eyeball that make you seriously contemplate clawing out your vitreous humor to get at your retina. It all starts…
Shortly after releasing a critically acclaimed debut album — 1998’s 2000 Fold, on the Dust Brothers’ imprint, Ideal — a couple of left-coast emcees, Ryu and Tak, and their turntablist/producer, DJ Cheapshot, single-handedly created a deafening buzz in the underground, only to quietly disband early last year. After a brief…
It’s really easy to make fun of Dashboard Confessional: the bleeding heart on the sleeve, the unreasonably handsome frontman, the painfully adolescent angst. It’s all a bit cloying and laughable. And then there are the fans. Watching the diehards at a Dashboard show is almost like watching the last days…
Everyone’s cashing in on this whole “black” thing. Black Keys. Black Eyes. Black Dice. Black Flag. Black Sabbath. Ritchie Blackmore. None More Black. But California’s Black Rebel Motorcycle has got them all beat. Besides their black band name, the guys in the band have black hair, black boots, black jeans…
On the surface, writing totally objective local reviews for Westword would seem like an impossibility given the number of connections between the paper and the area scene. The two-man band called Blusom, which joins Centro-matic and the Royal We at the Larimer Lounge on Friday, September 26, is a case…
Grinding, pulsating sounds from inside the club at 1037 Broadway spill out onto the sidewalk, competing with chirping cell phones, loud conversations and a constant barrage of bodies coming in and going out. But despite all the heated activity, there’s no line to get in — at least not yet…
At times, the proliferation of talented collectives in the underground is overwhelming, even for the hip-hop cognoscenti who devote the majority of their time to manning the radar stations. In the last few years, a staggering number of artists have dropped albums with depth, texture and clarity the mainstream acts…
Like the frightening creatures that haunt its songs, Moore is a monster that just won’t die. Limbs — er, members, that is — have been hacked off, with replacements sewn on, sometimes only to be severed again. The current incarnation, though, seems stronger than ever. Brought to life in 1995,…
Bob Rupp can’t stop smiling. Behind his drum kit, flailing his arms wildly, he looks like he’s either parking planes or simultaneously channeling the spirits of Keith Moon and Rikki Rockett. He’s having the time of his life, and who can blame him? This is the second-to-last time he’ll ever…
Nearly every article, review or blurb about Interpol, among the ripest acts to emerge from New York City’s bumper crop of nu-rock revivalists, dwells on the same theme: the quartet’s supposed sonic similarity to Joy Division, a memorably mopey late-’70s collective whose frontman, Ian Curtis, earned a spot in the…
When it comes to centers of power, none in history can approach the hubristic might of Washington, D.C., the seat of the American Empire. And yet, dwelling in the shadow of that city’s neo-classical white-marble monuments is a thriving, outspoken punk scene, one that revolves mainly around the independent Dischord…
The economy is in the crapper right now. And it’s had a trickle-down effect on the music industry, but not in the way that analysts would have you believe. For years I’ve been hearing that the music world, as we know it, is on the verge of taking a dirt…
In today’s climate of indie-rock sarcasm, a band called Destroyer plays sweet, sophisticated pop, while groups with names like Sparkles play music that’s more bludgeoning than brass knuckles. But there’s nothing tongue-in-cheek about the Oregon combo All Girl Summer Fun Band (which will perform Thursday, September 18, at the Larimer…
Subversive-music snobs may thumb their noses at the first Colorado Underground Music Festival, slated to take place this Saturday, September 20, at the Ogden Theatre. After all, how “underground” can it be if it’s held at the Ogden, sponsored by a radio station and includes bands already favorably regarded by…
“I can’t remember the last time I listened to a country record.” For most people, that would be a pretty innocuous statement. But for someone who plays in a band that has been shoehorned into the alt-country pigeonhole for the past five years, it’s almost antagonistic. M.C. Taylor of the…
It’s a Tuesday night at Dulcinea’s 100th Monkey, a cozy jazz club on Colfax Avenue. A handful of people sit on overstuffed couches listening devoutly to Dave Cieri and the Arms and Legs Quartet as the ensemble finesses its way through a set comprising jazz standards and improvisational departures. Nobody…
The September 18 Rolling Stone touts a list of “The 100 Greatest Guitarists of All Time,” but the accompanying article is not nearly as wide-ranging (or definitive) as its headline implies. The late Andrés Segovia may be widely regarded as the finest classical guitarist of the twentieth century, but Jann…
“The reason I agreed to do this tonight was because there are a lot of people that are pissed off because this band is doing so well,”said Maris the Great, host of D.O.R.K. ‘s CD-release party at the Soiled Dove. “If someone has a problem because a local band is…
It’s been seven years since we’ve heard from Evan Dando, who once lent the Lemonheads a perpetually stoned swagger as well as an affinity for ’60s-flecked guitar pop. During that time, he got hitched, fought — and often lost — a battle with the bottle and eventually got around to…
Contrary to popular belief, rock and roll is not a form of music. It’s not an attitude, either, or a lifestyle, or a sexual position, or even a catchphrase. It’s an accident. Literally, an accident: a collision of bodies, a random act of gross negligence, a forced release of bodily…
