Every disgruntled, erstwhile band member (except food chain bottom-feeders, drummers) has probably thought, “Fuckin’ A. I could build something that plays better than these fools.” So it was that in his hubris, Jason Vance forged the instruments of his own doom — literally. A member of Chicago ska-punkers Blue Meanies…
If you’ve ever wondered, “When does retro get old?”, you’re probably not going to see Deke Dickerson and then eat at the 5 & Diner after the show. Dickerson’s albums look like the kind of lost late ’50s/early ’60s artifacts you almost never see at thrift shops anymore because eBay…
Before puke-punk legend G.G. Allin died of a drug overdose in 1993, critics always wrote disclaimers about his gory, self-mutilation-driven live shows. One pundit wrote, “Unless you’re trying out for a very tough detergent commercial, don’t sit anywhere near the stage.” The same warning holds true for twisted theatrical metal…
Monster Magnet main man Dave “Space Lord” Wyndorf could give Donald Trump a run for his money in the firing department. He sent founding guitarist John McBain packing shortly after the 1992 release of Spine of God, the New Jersey outfit’s shroom-damaged, psych-metal sludgebeast of a debut album and the…
1. Eminem, Encore (Aftermath) 2. Various artists, Give ‘Em the Boot Volume 4 (Epitaph) 3. Various artists, AZPunk.compV3 (independent release) 4. A Perfect Circle, Emotive (Virgin) 5. Elliott Smith, From a Basement on the Hill (Anti) 6. Korn, Greatest Hits, Vol. 1 (Sony) 7. Social Distortion, Sex, Love and Rock…
For an aural taste of something a little different, check out the innovative sonic flavors coming off the decks at Slapstick Sundays at Flip Flops in Tempe, hosted by DJ Smite. Smite is a hip-hop aficionado and turntablist, but he’s also got the funk and soul rattling around in his…
From 1971 to 1974, the New York Dolls were the best rock ‘n’ roll band on the planet. They never rose above their cult following, but they planted the seeds of glam and punk, and fanned the flames of guttersnipe art in the grim years of singer/songwriter hegemony. The Dolls…
These hotly tipped Londoners are sloppier than Franz Ferdinand, not as sloppy as the Libertines, bitchier than the Strokes and more butch than the Killers. Which means they kind of get lost in the shuffle. Up All Night, the debut by the foursome, led by extravagantly braggadocian singer-guitarist Johnny Borrell,…
Beatle people are already debating the merits and marketing of a four-CD boxed set that reissues the first four American Beatles albums as Capitol released them, when they skimmed off tracks from the longer U.K. albums to make more dough. But like a lost crush on a junior high school…
Those wacky kids on the Shizz Web-board sure do love off-the-wall theme bands. When they aren’t gushing over the whacked-out acts of the Minibosses, Treasure Mammal, or I Hate You When You’re Pregnant, they’re frothing at the mouth for a return of Denver’s Mr. Pacman. Clad in the “Pac-tastic PacFashion”…
The Clumsy Lovers began falteringly at first, befitting their name, but developed a grassroots following for their fluttering Americana blend while performing around their native Vancouver, British Columbia, and later the American Northwest. Like a sports team that jells in the playoffs, the Clumsy Lovers hit their stride in 2001,…
In the 18 months captured in this seven-disc set, Miles Davis is between milestones. His astonishing early ’60s sextet (which gave us, among other things, the seminal Kind of Blue) is no more, and he is searching for what will eventually become his groundbreaking mid-’60s quintet. The collection encompasses an…
Remember the scene in Tron, when the laser atomized Jeff Bridges and then re-created him, in digital form, inside of that old TRS-80? 8 Ft. in the Air does the same thing to old funk records. Drop the worthless Gap In-Store Dance Track “Beautiful” (and when you do, drop it…
Other than chedda, what separates the up-and-coming flowmaster from a baller whose SoundScan numbers rival the deficit? The answer depends on the gamespitta in question, but when it comes to PHX lyricist N.O.K. (None of a Kind), the difference between this talented MC and bigger playas in the game could…
Life has given Mike Ness plenty of opportunities to fold his hand. The 42-year-old Social Distortion leader has battled heroin addiction, seen the inside of a jail cell more than once, gotten dropped from a major label after failing to rack up the “hits,” and watched an endless parade of…
The U.K. Subs never were quite as glorious as the Clash, the Damned, or the Sex Pistols, but rather operated just a tier below, releasing an astounding debut LP, Another Kind of Blues, at the height of England’s punk craze in 1979. With such classics as the R&B-and-reggae-tinged “Stranglehold,” the…
How can you pack this much arena rock into one arena? Wait 35 years and you can have Keith Emerson as a supporting act. In his day, rock’s key showman would stab daggers into his synths, strap himself to a Steinway piano spinning upside down, and rig his piano with…
1. Eminem, Encore (Aftermath) 2. Dispatch, All Points Bulletin (Universal) 3. A Perfect Circle, Emotive (Virgin) 4. Handsome Boy Modeling School, White People (Elektra) 5. Green Day, American Idiot (Warner Bros.) 6. Elliott Smith, From a Basement on the Hill (Anti) 7. Jimmy Eat World, Futures (Interscope) 8. NOFX, The…
Four death-metal guys from northwest Phoenix say they are proud to be more disgusting than you. And with Genital Hospital, ETTS (Evicting the Testicular Squatters) has met its goal. It’s obvious from reading the song titles (e.g., “I Got Kicked Out of N.A.M.B.L.A. for Being a Pervert”) that the band…
Calling all At the Gates fans! Darkest Hour is coming to town. The Swedish-sounding metal band may, in reality, be from the Midwest, but with a little schooling from Fredrik Nordstrom (At the Gates, In Flames, Arch Enemy, Dimmu Borgir), the group is more powerful than ever. Its new album,…
Aaaaarrrrggggh! Expect to hear a lot of that when Mr. Dibbs, the granddaddy of hardcore turntablism, hits the stage this Friday, November 19, at the P.I. in Tempe. Dibbs, the bald, heavily tattooed demon behind the tables for Atmosphere’s touring excursions, throws down the vinyl with an almost metal aesthetic,…
She’s Hank’s granddaughter, blessed with one of country music’s most famous last names, but she sounds more like a sensitive West Coast singer-songwriter than the third generation of a family of infamous Nashville crazies. Williams has a pleasing conversational tone, a gentle voice that doesn’t call attention to itself, and…
