There’s a never-ending supply of the young, loud and snotty picking through the rock trash heap, but the legions of glam punk godfathers are few. While many of his peers lived fast and died young — or simply settled into comfortable obscurity — singer and guitarist Jeff Dahl has maintained…
If they really wanted to bring tantrum suppression to an amphitheater near you, they might’ve added The Game or Jah Rule or Triumph the Insult Dog to the bill. But this is more like a Rap Pack love fest, with Eminem most certainly Chairman of the Board, crunked-up Lil Jon…
It’s a morbid business, but most practical editors in the journalism racket have a folder filled with pre-written obituaries all ready to go for seriously ill, soon-to-be-departed public figures of import. John Prine undoubtedly found his way into some of those folders in 1998, when he was stricken with cancer…
Half the fun of being a power-pop fan is digging up bits of manna that five other people have ever heard and grousing that they should’ve been hits. And while there’s no shortage of lilters with one great tune — ever hear of Suzy Saxon or the band Candy? –…
You can’t take the country out of the boy, but at some point it just becomes a strut, an air, a way of rocking. Though Lucero started out sounding neo-traditional enough to have followed Son Volt, Ben Nichols and his partner Brian Venable were punks looking to cheek off their…
When musical boundaries correspond to racial ones, bands usually cross them self-consciously, from The Clash’s tributes to early rap, to Mos Def’s “Ghetto Rock.” On the other hand, Atlanta’s El Pus (rhymes with “moose”) came to party rather than fulfill some social mission. On Hoodlum Rock, Vol. 1, the all-black…
For the past six years, The Briefs have been sticking Seattle’s mopey indie-rock ass with a healthy shot of ’77-style punk rock, and the fun is quickly spreading nationally. The quartet’s sound pledges allegiance to such forebears as the Ramones, the Buzzcocks, the Vibrators, and the Rezillos — their style…
It’s perfectly fine to be gay (Rob Halford) or a doddering old fart (Ozzy), but there’s simply no crying in metal, unless maybe your drummer bro gets run over by a U-Haul trailer in Sheboygan, Wisconsin. That’s why Megadeth front man Dave Mustaine is still a bit of a punch…
Darkest Hour’s new disc, Undoing Ruin, could easily beat up its first album, Hidden Hands of a Sadist Nation, where the band was trying to be At the Gates. For that effort, Darkest Hour went so far as to record in Sweden with Fredrik Nordstrom (At the Gates, In Flames)…
On his 10th solo album, Frank Black approaches Southern roots and soul, not as a philanderer, but as a lover. Which stands to reason: Since 1998’s Frank Black & the Catholics, this head Pixie’s leering weakness for genre-play has gradually given way to something more heartfelt. The rich, dewy arrangements…
Punk rock history is littered with dismal attempts at creative growth, from the Angelic Upstarts’ New Wave misstep to Seven Seconds’ spiritual awakening. But on 13 Ft. & Rising, the California desert rats in Throw Rag make a satisfying step forward that’s unlikely to irk their biggest fans. And anyway,…
A sharp songwriter with the interpretive powers of a classic soul singer and the timbre of Jerry Lee Lewis in his prime, Joe Ely should be a country music icon. Then again, have the 30 years since Ely’s first solo work produced a single Nashville-friendly face that doesn’t cheapen fame?…
“I don’t pay taxes because I never file, I don’t do business that don’t make me smile,” sang Stephen Stills on his 1990 classic “Tree Top Flyer,” about a free-spirited smuggler. It’s what inspired Ray LaMontagne to leave his job at a Maine shoe factory. Instead of going to work…
Blag Dahlia wants to have his cake and eat you, too. The pop records that the slim, shady Dwarves front man (who compares himself to both Jesus Christ and Jack the Ripper) makes with pop producers often sound sweet — until you pay attention to the words. With sing-alongs about…
Like their collaborator Lil Jon, Atlanta’s Ying Yang Twins (the team of Kaine and D-Roc) burst onto the mainstream as the ambassadors of brash, bass-heavy urban club anthems, i.e., crunk. U.S.A. is expected to surpass the platinum achievement of its predecessor, Me & My Brother, and deservedly so. The Twins…
“This one’s for the ladies,” Mike Montoya murmurs, before the opening strains of Menso’s title track. Whether you are a lady or just want one, this disc contains a woman’s daily requirement of vulnerability, furry animals, and baffling danceworthiness. From lush arrangements to achingly brainy lyrics, each song is an…
Alkaline Trio has had a revolving door for band members since its inception in 1997. Yet somehow the three-piece emo band sounds consistent. With pop-driven music and lyrics depicting the agony and self-deprecation of breaking up and being rejected, the Chicago band has captured the broken hearts of emo kids…
Nearly a decade ago, exceptionally talented skins man Jimmy Chamberlin was the black sheep of the Smashing Pumpkins family, finally getting drummed out of the group (and publicly shamed by his bandmates) after a particularly egregious 1996 run with Racehorse Charlie that resulted in the overdose death of Pumpkins touring…
If you were born and christened “Michael Jackson,” you might be thinking about changing your name nowadays — perhaps to something like a disclaimer such as “Oh No.” That’s exactly what Oh No, the triple threat MC/producer/DJ brother of Madlib (Otis Jackson Jr.) did a while ago. Oh No’s swiftly…
Even if the name looks unfamiliar, chances are you remember Seu Jorge singing David Bowie covers in The Life Aquatic With Steve Zissou or playing nice guy turned rebel Knockout Ned in City of God. That last movie proved a summation of his life, being reared in Brazil’s favelas. Today…
Australian native Xavier Rudd is a musical madman; the ambidextrous multi-instrumentalist is proficient at guitar, percussion and didgeridoo, interlacing them into a sharp, dynamic echo of today’s funky folksters. Most interesting is that he plays them simultaneously. Solace is one man’s journey into sonic solitude and an aural testament to…
Calling John Hiatt a songwriter’s songwriter makes it sound like people don’t like him. People do — they’re just not as demonstrative as Bob Dylan, Elvis Costello, Bonnie Raitt, Willie Nelson, Iggy Pop and Bruce Springsteen, all of whom have paid the ultimate compliment by covering a John Hiatt song…
