Of all the contributions that the ’60s British Invasion made to rock, maybe the most important was that it shifted the emphasis to bands. Up until that time, almost all the major figures in rock ‘n’ roll–Elvis, Little Richard, Fats Domino, Chuck Berry–had been solo artists. Even the Crickets were…
“We accidentally had some hit records along the way, accidentally got lucky and had some television shows along the way and in the meantime my philosophy still holds: Just get on stage, have fun, create a party and that’s it.” Paul Revere’s pragmatic nature tends to downplay any talk of…
I’ve got a campaign slogan for next year’s New Times Music Showcase. Ready? Here it goes: A Volkswagen in every garage, and a chicken in every Dumpster. Okay, it kinda sucks, but you try coming up with a pithy description of a seven-hour, 13-venue, 52-band showcase without straining your gray…
Fugazi End Hits (Dischord Records) Being punk rock’s king of rhetoric and idealism, it’s often forgotten that Fugazi is also an incredibly talented band. Not many people notice anymore. The band’s name either conjures memories of shows stopped so that front man Ian MacKaye could bitch out overzealous moshers or…
Shirley MacLaine in Irma la Douce. Now there’s a woman, the kind of gal I want: hips, lips, wit and sexual tension. And a whore. Shirley MacLaine. Oh, man. I can spend a whole day thinking about Shirley’s Irma and never bore myself. I wonder if any of those so-called…
On a balmy Thursday evening in Cave Creek, the members of Dislocated Styles, Phoenix’s only seven-piece white hip-hop band, are sharing rounds of pale amber ale and appetizers at the Satisfied Frog. Joe Boogie (his legal name) plucks a deep-fried chili pepper from a platter of veggies and wings, smothers…
Mike Watt says he never had a first name until he played in a punk band. As a child, this son of a Navy enlisted man moved with such frequency from town to town, and base to base, that no one ever got to know him long enough to refer…
A few months ago, Pollen had a dilemma on its hands. The local pop-punk quintet was being actively courted by some heavyweight labels, most prominently Interscope Records. The question was whether to continue with an indie that was beginning to learn the ropes, the New York-based Wind-Up Records, or play…
Bionic Jive Six Million Dollar Band (Rorschach Records) Larry Elyea, guitarist and mastermind behind Bionic Jive, had a flexible but definite concept in mind last year when he put this sextet together. He wanted to do something original, and he didn’t care if it sucked. On first impression, Bionic Jive…
Machines are made by men for man’s benefit and progress, but when man ceases to control the products of his ingenuity and imagination, he risks losing the benefits. –Rod Serling The creator of TV’s The Twilight Zone didn’t live to see the advent of sampling technology, but with typical prescience,…
No question about it. Years from now, people will grill each other about it. “Where were you when you first heard the news?” And the response will go something like this: “Jeez, I was driving around in my car, I turn on the radio and I hear someone on there…
Ronnie Dawson is talking about his dad. The 58-year-old Texas rockabilly legend is explaining the thrill he felt as a youngster whenever he saw his father, Pinky, a Western-swing bandleader in the ’30s and ’40s, kick into a tune. But whenever Dawson describes his dad, he could just as easily…
Let’s say that you’re a regular at Nita’s Hideaway. You leave town for a couple of months, and, upon your return, you decide to step into the club for a Thursday-night drink. As you pass through the doorway, you expect to hear roots-rock or classic soul pumping from the sound…
Being the best that never was can be a drag. Just ask Dead Hot Workshop. They’ve been Tempe’s top alternative band for almost a decade. They’ve wowed critics, won (and lost) record contracts and watched their work championed by “lesser” local bands like the Gin Blossoms–Robin Wilson wore a Dead…
Propellerheads Decksanddrumsandrockandroll (DreamWorks Records) At first glance, the title of the debut album by Propellerheads seems like a self-conscious attempt to coin an unwieldy phrase. Upon repeated listenings, however, this album actually starts to sound like what its name suggests: a multihued, state-of-the-art crash course on every imaginable flavor of…
Sonic Youth wasn’t hitting the stage for another hour, but by 6 p.m. the line outside La Zona Rosa stretched all the way around the block, and halfway up to Tarrant County. Meanwhile, two guys in huge paper hats strolled by, selling ear plugs with the panache of a hot…
“It started out as a joke, then it got real, then it got resolved, then it got real again.” That’s the way Chris Pomerenke, drummer for the Les Payne Product, defined the mercurial “feud” that developed over the past couple of weeks between his band and Trunk Federation. From the…
The South by Southwest conference held in Austin, Texas, each year is the music industry’s most massive gathering. Now in its 12th year, the conference purports to be the mecca of the biz, a place where unknown bands will find their A&R guy in shining armor and ride off with…
The High Llamas Cold and Bouncy (V2 Records) In a 1995 documentary about Brian Wilson, Tom Petty put his finger on what set Wilson apart as an artist. Petty said that what always astonished him about Wilson’s Beach Boys productions was not the sound of any one instrument, but the…
The garish rock ‘n’ roll bar, painted an eyesore “rock dude” purple, is fittingly situated in the company of half-empty strip malls, failing video-rental franchises and vacated car lots on a horrible, comfort-free city thoroughfare designed strictly for utilitarian purposes. It’s the kind of street that had its fiscal heyday…
Bill Laswell is like mercury, quick and dangerous, a threat to those who want to keep the recording industry segregated into easily marketable categories. The notorious NYC producer/bassist typically juggles several projects–funk, dub, jazz, whatever–at once, dissolving genres in constant pursuit of music’s far boundaries. He talks about the power…
There’s a strange paradox at work in the local club scene. It’s not necessarily new, but it has come into sharper focus in recent months. Basically, there are what seem to be a million clubs scattered throughout the Valley, yet people regularly complain that there are no places for bands…
