The Warlocks

Crawling from the aural and psychic wreckage of Brian Jonestown Massacre a couple of years ago, guitarist Bobby Hecksher (who’s also worked with Beck) blinked his eyes a few times, massaged his bruised limbs, and promptly got back on the horse. This time, though, one of his own device, christened…

Four-Piece Combo

Without an ounce of embarrassment, the author states that he spent the first 22 years of his life in semi-rural West Virginia. Not even stints in Virginia Beach, Toronto, D.C., and the Valley of the Sun have been able to shake the formative detritus of that era. It’s hard, God…

Open to All

The line winding around the auditorium at UC-Irvine is a snapshot of all-inclusive hip-hop culture: Asian girls shuffle forward on dictionary-thick platforms; Jell-O-haired white punks with lip piercings scam for tickets; and black couples in leather and braids hold smoky sticks of incense. The large crowd of fans for tonight’s…

A Legendary Performer

Nick Tosches, the distinguished writer and biographer of Dean Martin and Jerry Lee Lewis, once remarked, “I think Elvis Presley will never be solved.” For those who’ve stared at the sideburned sphinx for nearly half a century, folding, unfolding and refolding him like the steel in a magical sword, Elvis…

Alive Again

We find ourselves in a moonlit English graveyard, in front of an ancient set of chained doors set into a dilapidated mausoleum, behind which we can detect a slow, stentorian breathing — can you hear it? That labored huffing of an angry thing trapped inside, left to mark out its…

Garageland

As a longtime follower and frequent champion of antipodal sounds (and having written extensively about the lands down under from the mid-’80s through the early ’90s), your humble scribe must confess to being rather nonplussed in regard to New Zealand bands of the past half-decade or so. It’s easy enough…

Various Artists

Oh, what to do when you’re non-black, non-urban and non-oppressed, and yet yearn for entree into the cool-kids clique of hip-hop? Vanilla Ice and Kid Rock decided to just lie about their histories; Everlast claimed being Irish American made him a minority; Eminem played up his white trash mom and…

Various Artists

This will come as a shock to all you earnest local entrepreneurs and so-called scene boosters who have released, or are planning to release, a multi-band compilation, but no one gives a shit about another crummy regional sampler. Aside from, of course, that big-haired metal chick who pestered you to…

John Cale

John Cale’s first solo album, released two years after his bitter break with the Velvet Underground, was something of a shock for those who remembered his final contributions to the band on White Light/White Heat. Vintage Violence, sporting a cover showing Cale staring impassively from behind an opaque mask, was…

Neil Young Friends & Relatives

Does the world need yet another live Neil Young album? If your response lingers upon shuddering memories of Frampton Comes Alive!, then vacates into the realm of Pearl Jam-does-25-live-CDs abject boredom, you’re probably reading the wrong review. For Young, among all contemporary performers still extant (the Dead don’t count, despite…

Nirvana: The Day By Day Eyewitness Chronicle

When Kurt Cobain’s mother, Wendy O’Connor, cried to the Associated Press, “I told him not to join that stupid club,” she wasn’t talking about Columbia House. She was referring to the exclusive rock-stars-dead-at-27 fraternity. But membership has its privileges. If you’re one of those die-young elite who lament over a…

Great Scott

When the idea was first hatched, no one could’ve imagined that this week’s Scotti-Stock concert — a local music extravaganza to benefit Piersons/Beat Angels bassist Scott Moore, who was involved in a near-fatal traffic accident last October — would have taken on such a profound meaning. Relying heavily on the…

Emerald Guile

The problem isn’t what to say about Ireland’s remarkable Chieftains, it’s where to begin. And, as Paddy Moloney might say, when in doubt, one simply begins at the beginning. In 1963, piper Moloney, late of the traditionalist folk group Ceoltóiri Cualann, recruited a band of fellow musicians in order to…

Guilty Conscience?

On January 10, last Wednesday as I write this, MTV premièred a 90-minute made-for-television movie titled Anatomy of a Hate Crime, based on the 1998 murder of Matthew Shepard, a famous case you might remember. Shepard, a 21-year-old gay man who attended the University of Wyoming at Laramie, was beaten…

Geddy Lee

The thing about Rush fans — Hello! I know you’re out there, I can hear you breathing through your mouths! Is this thing on? — is that, by definition, they missed the boat, victims of a pop-culture-induced inferiority complex. Y’see, Rush, forming in Toronto circa ’69 by Gary Lee Weinrib,…

Here Comes the Sickness

In 1989, zoologist Mark Carwardine and author Douglas Adams (the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy series) traveled around the world, taking pictures of species on the verge of extinction. Poaching, hunting, industrial fallout, rampant disease and a variety of other influences were cutting into herd sizes and forever altering ecological…

Life Is Messy

He wanders into the lobby of New Times’ Dallas, Texas, office looking not a little lost and anonymous. It’s little surprise that no one asks him his business or offers him assistance, as his is not a recognizable face, and even when it’s revealed to a couple of curious passersby…

Lizard Thing

Marketing prowess being what it is, the three surviving Doors, along with impresario/hagiographer/leech/keeper of the flame Danny Sugerman, are seasoned pros at polishing the late Lizard King’s scales, and a current round of activity offers an unprecedented measure of good news/bad news.Stoned Immaculate: The Music of the Doors, of course,…

Kittie

If the Spice Girls were the pabulum for our Daughters of the Glorious Revolution, Kittie is the bitchy manifestation of their terminally insufferable adolescence. To a generation of girls who raised their spangly braceleted wrists in the girl power salute when they were 8, this is the rigid digit. Paperdoll…

Drive-By Truckers

Life’s little disappointments, parts 68-70: That punk rock turned Lynyrd Skynyrd into the punch line of a thousand bubba jokes; that the Replacements didn’t split up after loony guitarist Bob Stinson left; and that Steve Earle forsook dope-shootin’ and hell-raisin’ for personal sobriety and “serious” art. (Okay, I’m kidding about…

Ananda Project

With everyone and his brother shying away from the blitzkrieg of drum and bass (including some of its best known torch carriers; see Photek and LTJ Bukem’s latest albums), dance music producers and fans are finding rekindled fascination in the kinder, gentler 4/4 throb submitted by disco. House, as in…

Nixon’s Head

Philly beat combo Nixon’s Head professes no interest in Britney Spears’ abs, has no stake in the future of Napster, and doesn’t seem very inclined to update the résumé by switching to Clinton’s Head. The six-piece does, however, state clearly for the record (in its bio), “It’s never been a…