It goes without saying that Sepultura’s indelible impact on metal hinged on the chemistry between the band’s sibling co-founders, Max and Igor Cavalera. But despite the buzz surrounding their reunion, Inflikted (the pair’s first collaboration in more than 10 years) sounds more like the product of a weekend spent jamming…
Sheryl Crow is back to her old self after the fiasco that was 2005’s Wildflower. By renewing her partnership with Bill Bottrell (who produced her first CD in 1993), she comes up with a selection of infectious pop tunes reminiscent of her earliest efforts. “Gasoline” and “Love Is Free?” have…
In the beginning (i.e., 1978), the music gods created The Beat. And verily, the firmament known as Birmingham, England, brought forth a mighty 2-tone ska revivalist group, infused with sped-up reggae beats and poppy dancehall sounds and fronted by co-vocalists Dave Wakeling and Ranking Roger. And it was good. Their…
Everybody together now: Anoint my phallus with the blood of the FALLEN!! With that quaint little sing-along, South Carolina death metal institution Nile takes cock rock to an all new level. Potential latent menstruation envy aside, you gotta give Nile leader Karl Sanders credit for sticking to his, uh …
Last time we checked, the Scandinavian cognoscenti don’t dole out Nobel Prizes for genius DJs. But if they did (and Lord knows they should), we’re sure DJ Nos would get such an honor. Why, pray tell? Simply because the cat brained up the brilliant idea of pairing bangin’ beats with…
The East Valley beckoned once again for a Saturday-night gallivant. This time, we poked around in Old Town and slid into Pattie’s 1st Avenue Lounge to drink a few rounds with the locals.(Click here for more photos.) Things started to fire up around 10, evidence that the place is a…
In the past five or 10 years, indie rock’s subgenres have been multiplying like bacteria. Dream pop, shoegaze, sadcore, slowcore . . . one has to be a scholar to keep them straight. Ida deserves a tag all its own — “minimalist folk” or “quietcore folk-rock.” We can’t comment on…
Lenny Kravitz hates it when critics call him retro, contending that love, revolution, and smooching should belong to every generation. But the problem with Kravitz’s new album, It Is Time for a Love Revolution, is not just its bland message; it’s that it rips off artists like David Bowie, Led…
Talented songwriter k.d. lang clearly has learned a few things from spending so much time around Tony Bennett. The two have been recording together since they released 2002’s A Wonderful World, and on her latest disc, you can hear the influence of Bennett in her approach to singing. Throughout Watershed,…
The Mars Volta switches gears on its fourth album, giving beat-propelled dance pop a spin. We kid! The Bedlam in Goliath is stuffed with nine-minute alt-prog epics — the type the band has refined to blood-drawing sharpness over the past seven years. We’re not quite sure what singer Cedric Bixler-Zavala…
When political times get tough, artists get dreamy. Stuck in the Vietnam War and immersed in the civil rights movement, musicians in the ’60s engaged in psychedelic escapism. Fumbling through the Iraq War and trapped in the murky quicksand of the economy, the current political tenor resembles the chaotic ’60s…
Old Time Relijun subscribes to three basic tenets of life: Eat, drink, fuck. Bred in Olympia, Washington, the band’s sound is primal and urgent — as if barnyard animals were rioting through an uppity art college. The three-piece, fronted by enigmatic vocalist and multi-instrumentalist Arrington de Dionyso, makes music like…
At some point, Lemonheads frontman Evan Dando must have realized that no one really knew who he was. It most likely happened sometime earlier in this decade, when he was trying to make it as an alt-country troubadour — just like Gram Parsons, one of his musical heroes. Dando didn’t…
Before Winger was the butt of many jokes, the Denver-bred Bon Jovi doppelganger and his bandmates undoubtedly had busloads of Betties on standby in every ZIP code and printed their own money, thanks to two consecutive albums that went platinum (a feat nearly unheard of in the Digital Age). Little…
Despite his salacious pseudonym, we’ve got absolutely zero idea of how gifted Kevin the Makeout Bandit is at the art of heavy petting. What we do know, however (other than the fact it takes some serious cojones to advertise your abilities at getting down) is that the dude is pretty…
We were all over the east side on Saturday, February 23, looking for just the right party. We hit Tempe Marketplace, but after one glance at the endless lines filled with ASU duders, we discovered that our patience had run too thin for the hustle and bustle. So we changed…
If Supernature was Goldfrapp’s ode to stylish disco saturnalia, Seventh Tree is the elegy for the inevitable “Suicide Tuesdays”: when clubbers ache to dispel that raisin-y, dried-out feeling and the Roland TB-303 drum beats still pounding in their heads. Once galvanized by the opiated synergy that exists between beats and…
On this document of their 2007 world tour, the Barcelona-based, self-styled “hip-hop flamenco” band plays music from their latest studio recording of the same name, while also going through some material from their back catalog, delivering a high-energy performance that can be felt right from the first moment. “Sultanas de…
There aren’t very many guitar-slingers who could consistently work with such exacting taskmasters as Frank Zappa and Robert Fripp, not to mention the thin white duck, er, duke — David Bowie. Usual suspects: a) Tom Verlaine; b) Adrian Belew; c) Gary Sinise. If you chose “b,” congrats! Between 1978-2002, Belew…
In the past dozen years, Against Me! singer Tom Gabel’s gone from being an Americanized Billy Bragg strumming angrily against the man to a rock juggernaut with enough fist-in-the-air intensity to rival the anthemic agit-prop of the Clash. Last summer, the Gainesville, Florida quartet made the leap to the majors…
Here’s a no-brainer: The radio situation here in the PHX sucks a fat one. Between annoying adverts for overpriced car stereos and overplayed earworms like “Hey There Delilah,” we’d rather spend our drive time listening to static instead of another insipid 20-minute mix. If only those wastes of airtime had…
Think what you may, but at the very least, you can always count on black metal for its directness. You can count on it to be exactly what it is and nothing more or less. With album titles like Bondage Goat Zombie and Goatreich-Fleshcult, the Satan-worshippers of Austrian outfit Belphegor…
