“I thought it was garbage,” says guitarist Kenny Florence, recalling the first time singer/songwriter Adam Baker let him hear the new songs he’d been writing as Annuals. “The first few songs, I really didn’t like. And he’ll admit to you that they’re just not that great,” Florence says. “But then,…
Skerlak Dead’s tunes from the vault Sometimes some really weird shit comes across my desk, like this album, Remnants Resolved, by Skerlak Dead with four songs this Phoenix-based guy M. Skerlak recorded back in 1984, and two that he recorded in 1961. According to his myspace page, dude is 61…
don’t buy this I happily admitted in a previous column that I was a fan of Authority Zero frontman Jason Devore’s solo album, Conviction. But I also made it clear that I don’t appreciate or understand AZ’s music; I find it generic, formulaic, and oftentimes a bad blend of genres…
trippin’ out with the Squid A few weeks back I wrote here in my column Revolver about the instrumental sensation that is Attack of the Giant Squid, and in the blog I’ve mentioned Squid homeboys An Aesthetic as well. Both are fucking great bands, and I just received word from…
these guys scare me I’m not sure what it is about me that attracts the dregs of humanity; there are numerous examples I can site — I spent a year dating a stripper, then my friends try to hook me up with a (half-assed) recovering heroin addict as a girlfriend…
Upstairs at the recent One Stop Shop hip-hop producers’ conference (sponsored by G-Unit), I’m at the booth of Money Management, the company that manages 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck, Tony Yayo, and more, talking to a cat named Kasper about the state of music in Phoenix. I tell him…
In the theoretical “school of rock,” Isis front man Aaron Turner would be the kid at the head of the class who has an eloquent answer for every question and writes the essays that the teacher always reads aloud to the rest of the class. Or maybe he’d be the…
The pioneering British gore-metal band Carcass may’ve disbanded in 1995, but its legacy has never been stronger. In fact, not content merely to borrow from the masters, an entire new subgenre of unashamed copycat bands has arisen in Carcass’ wake, each one an attempt to cut closer to the heart…
“I think we all strive for some sort of identity or knowing of self,” says 30 Seconds to Mars drummer Shannon Leto from his car in Los Angeles. “The way to go about it can be a little rough around the edges, but I don’t think there’s an arrival date…
Occasionally I receive CD’s from local bands that need some constructive criticism, to put it politely. Today I’ve got two for you… The first, and least offensive, is Captain Squeegee and the Soap Suds, which other than earning an honorary doctorate in dumb-band-naming, really need to figure out what the…
Impossible Ones vs. the World Finally, the Impossible Ones are releasing the album that I wrote about what seems ages ago… and the band already has a video finished for the first single, “Bats in the Belfry.” See if you can catch any lip- or instrumental-synching, they didn’t film this…
Carolina Cracker, sans salsa I’ve got good news for people who like southern flavored rap music: Carolina Cracker and his homeboy from Minnesota, Melk Money, are back in town and scheming imminent appearances at local venues. I wrote about Cracker here (halfway down) back in last May, read the piece…
his t-shirt demonstrates the breadth of his linguistics I received the following missive the other day from Marshall “Fucking” Beck, from local metal band Rebirth. Beck and my paper — Michele Laudig in particular — have had some beef in the past year, mostly because he encouraged his fans to…
Sweet Bleeders album Bzzzz. Shit’s gotten a little vitriolic up in this bitch lately, so I’m going to (temporarily) tell you about something worth listening to… I’ve been listening to the grand, expansive latest album from Sweet Bleeders, one of multi-instrumentalist and pop genius Robin Vining’s multiple projects (others include…
A man — let’s call him White Rock Man — slouches in the back of a bus, idling at the side of a steep stretch of road. As the engine cools, the bus sits between two cities and a pair of gigs: last evening in Sacramento and tonight at the…
Matt Hales (better known as Aqualung) made a bit of a ruckus when his debut, Strange and Beautiful, dropped in the U.S. in 2005. A selection of lush, dreamy pop from his first two UK releases, it introduced a voice to be reckoned with — but it’s with his latest…
The first glimpse we get of John Lennon in action on The U.S. vs. John Lennon DVD (Lions Gate) is a rare live performance of “Attica State” at a rally held to protest the 10-year sentencing of John Sinclair, a fellow radical, for offering an undercover cop two joints. Now,…
Xpoz Magazine, mediocrity personified As I told you about last week, I spent this last weekend at the G-Unit/Money Management One Stop Shop producer’s conference, where I ran into a grip of players in various factions of the local hip-hop industry, including local rag Xpoz Magazine. Xpoz, which had a…
Seems a few people took offense at my calling local rapper Cballa a “dumb fuck” for naming his album Blacc Hitla. Marcus Staples, who put out the album on his Clicc Made Entertainment imprint, asked “Do you consider Julius Caesar a tyrant?” (Well, actually he misspelled “Caesar” but I corrected…
wish i had a joint, Fred, but this’ll have to do I’m not proud of it, but I honestly love smoking cigarettes. This post isn’t music related, but the video below is invaluable for historians and future archaeologists alike. If only it were for marijuana instead…..
Due to some alien interference with the blog-ware that I use to compose these missives, I didn’t get to holla at y’all yesterday; then again, I was enjoying perusing what the upcoming weekend has in store for me. This weekend marks a high point for Phoenix — Money Management XL…
The first time I heard of Attack of the Giant Squid, I was drinking whiskey with my friend Rob Birmingham, a.k.a. Fun Bobby, who used to bartend and book shows at Hollywood Alley in Mesa until he left to raise his son in rural Oregon. Rob told me that the…
