In July, Bash & Pop reported that a release was imminent for Sonoran Hope and Madness, the second studio effort from Roger Clyne and the Peacemakers. Now comes word that the disc — originally slated for an early October street date — will be shelved until after the new year.”It’ll…
Bob Dylan’s last studio album, 1997’s Time Out of Mind, was about as much fun as a eulogy. With its songs of remorse and regret, with its plaints of begged-for salvation and yearned-for deliverance, that collection sounded like a last will and testament — a big adios from the jokerman…
The résumé: After leaving pop-psych outfit Adventures in Stereo, Simon Dine spent a couple of years in Europe scavenging records and fine-tuning his sampling gear, and upon returning to the U.K. he hooked up with classically trained Daisy Martey, the daughter of Ghana’s top saxophonist. Taking the name Noonday Underground…
Soul brothers can’t win for losing. While sisters can share the throne — there seems to be plenty of room at the top for Erykah Badu, Lauryn Hill, Macy Gray, Mary J. Blige, and even rising divas like Mya — in the guys’ court, as in the Highlander series, there’s…
These days, at the foot of Johnny Thunders’ pedestal sit loads and loads of pie-eyed faces, young men and women looking up adoringly, and casting the love, L-U-V. And it’s a strange thing, too, ’cause Thunders was, in reality, just your basic junkie who was blessed with good genes. Like…
Alex Chilton did it, and so did Henry Rollins. Todd Rundgren was able to do it for a little while. John Cale did it early on, then stopped. Brian Eno did it — did he ever — with style and class.What we’re talking about here is the process by which…
When Juan Esteban Aristizabal woke up on July 17, he was not a rock star. By the time he went to bed that Tuesday night, he was. “It’s completely absurd,” says the 27-year old called Juanes, while a television camera caresses his face, a newspaper reporter scribbles notes, and a…
Beyoncé Knowles’ eye-seizing image flashes from the arsenal of giant video screens towering above the briefly vacant stage. And 10,000 mostly young, mostly female concertgoers, all decked out for the last big summer concert before heading back to school, erupt in a spirited siren of “Whoo!”s worthy of MTV’s Total…
For a media whore like John Vanderslice, 15 stinkin’ minutes probably aren’t enough. “I think a lot of bands are afraid of publicity,” says the 33-year-old indie rocker from Bethesda, Maryland, who presently resides in San Francisco. “[They’re] afraid that they’re prostrating themselves. Like they’re not supposed to be looking…
Summer is a lovely time to catalogue worthlessness. Particularly one’s own. The pitiless heat is wonderful in helping clarify feelings of futility and defeat. Long, bitter months stewing in your own stink is time well-suited for detailing a hatred of everybody and everything. The summers around here reflect my inner…
How do you write a eulogy for a building? It’s a question that’s been asked fairly often in recent months, as we’ve been forced to mourn the loss of myriad local landmarks and nightspots here in the Valley. One of my long-held suspicions is that most journalists relish the opportunity…
Fall, ’76: Blue Öyster Cult is sitting pretty in the Top 20 with “(Don’t Fear) the Reaper.” The brainy Long Island quintet once pitched somewhat inaccurately to consumers as “the American Black Sabbath” has already consolidated a formidable live reputation and is now enjoying the fruits of nearly a decade…
Sometimes it’s less dangerous to be an honest-to-God revolutionary than to quietly redraw boundaries. Eve, a.k.a. Eve of Destruction, has had to shoulder more than her share of next-big-thing hype ever since her 1999 debut album Let There Be Eve . . . Ruff Ryder’s First Lady. And first lady…
Stake a place near the front of the stage at Nita’s Hideaway on Saturday to see a guy trying hard to define himself playing music that works against that.A self-styled Paul Westerberg type, young media darling Pete Yorn’s debut album, musicforthemorningafter (cute, huh?), presents a ruggedly handsome guy with a…
It’s a hot August night, and although Neil Diamond is nowhere to be found, the cast of MTV’s Real World is, in full color and surround sound in Chris Corak’s south Tempe home. Three quarters of Valley indie pop combo Reubens Accomplice — guitarists/vocalists Corak and Jeff Bufano and bassist…
After a detailed analysis of available documents and studies, New Times has arrived at the startling conclusion that in contemporary music, the intersection of rock ‘n’ roll and genetic research appears to be statistically marginal. There just ain’t a lot of guitar-slinging Petri dish mavens out there. This is all…
The mock primitive factor (hereafter referred to as mock prim) in blues is very high. Mock prim is that racial/racist double bind that says the best black music is that which is made by African Americans living in the rural South, preferably in Mississippi. Mock prim values the purist element…
Whatever happened to reverb that shoots through your veins and dilates your pupils like a drug? Whatever happened to moody vocals and drooping bass lines that leave trails across your speakers? Whatever happened to the dark, dreamy pop of shoegazers like My Bloody Valentine, Ride, and Swervedriver? In the words…
After a two-week trip out of state — that’s right, Bash & Pop has ho’s in different area codes — we returned to New Times’ offices greeted by an avalanche of packages and e-mails. While sorting through the mess of corrugated envelopes and eye-glazing correspondence, we happened upon a couple…
With a sophomore album title worthy of Lee Hazelwood or John Fahey, a swooping, tenor-throated vocal style as invigorating as the late Jeff Buckley’s and songwriting/arranging smarts steeped equally in lush late ’60s/early ’70s grandeur and contemporary post-rock/avant-folk, Brooklyn’s Chris Lee could be a poster boy for today’s increasingly crowded…
Like a lot of great compilation albums, the first volume of The Funky Precedent got to have it both ways — celebrating the past while dropping hints about the future. To hear the assembled Angelenos of Vol. 1 tell it, the destiny of hip-hop was a fusion of old-school funk…
In one of those ironies with which popular culture brims, Marilyn Manson was tarred with the stain of the Columbine shootings even though the perpetrators of that crime had no interest in his music, while Rammstein, whose noise the killers reportedly admired, largely escaped public scrutiny. The main reason, in…
