Early last week, I was incensed to learn that Bonneville International Corporation, a company wholly owned by the Mormon Church in Salt Lake City, announced it is acquiring what I believe to be the most valuable radio station we’ve got here in the ‘Nix, Power 92. Bonneville will be completely…
There’s a focused single-mindedness to every Excepter song that hints at humorlessness behind the decks. So it’s a pleasant surprise, during a recent telephone exchange, to discover that front man John Fell Ryan is as amusing in conversation as he can be free-associative and indecipherable with his lyrics, as personable…
New Times loves the frenetic New Wave/punk sounds of The Epoxies, the Portland, Oregon, quintet made up of Viz Spectrum, FM Static, Shock Diode, Ray Cathode and, of course, foxy front woman Roxy Epoxy. We love the band’s live show even more: Replete with fog and bubble machines, heavy-duty strobes,…
A-Trak lives a charmed life. DMC World Champion by the age of 15? Check. Owner of a record label at 18? Check. Touring the globe with an internationally acclaimed hip-hop artist at 22? Check. “Yeah, you can say that,” says A-Trak when it’s noted that he’s had a meteoric career…
Legendary blues drummer Chico Chism turns 79 years old on May 23, and details from much of his seven-plus decades on Earth still remain a mystery. We know that Chism was born on a riverboat in Louisiana, to a mother of Cherokee ancestry. We know his birth name is Napoleon,…
Much of U.K. outfit Art Brut’s appeal lies in the wide-eyed incredulity of frontgeezer Eddie Argos, the need he constantly feels to state (and then immediately restate) particular observations as if to highlight how incredible or ridiculous some circumstance is. “I saw her naked — twice!” he exclaims about a…
Charlie Musselwhite hasn’t lived in Chicago for a long time, but the Mississippi-Memphis lad cut his teeth in the Second City second generation of upstart white bluesboys like Paul Butterfield and Mike Bloomfield, who looked up to their heroes: Muddy Waters, Howlin’ Wolf, James Cotton, Junior Wells. It’s funny that…
The number of young, pasty men with petty post-rock ambitions could populate a small city — say, Mopetopia: Behold! Overly sensitive souls wile away the gray-dappled hours, thumbing through dog-eared copies of Schopenhauer, journaling ad nauseam or sobbing quietly into their chamomile tea. Enter Rahim, a New York-based three-piece that…
1998 was a terrific year for chicks with picks: Kacy Crowley, Billie Myers, Melanie Doane, Emm Gryner, Tara MacLean, Garrison Starr, and dozens of other female singer-songwriters got starring roles in Sarah McLachlan’s second Lilith Fair tour . . . and then they promptly fell off the face of the…
It’s been alleged that nearly every U2 song — from “I Will Follow” to “Sometimes You Can’t Make It On Your Own” — is about Jesus; certainly, Bono and buds have never really tried to hide their sturdy Christian roots, and yet they managed to transcend that dreaded “Christian rock”…
Not only does U.K. rock band Gomez play innovative, soulful music that makes listeners reconsider the talent of some other bands out there, but it’s apparently very Internet-savvy, too. The sixsome, whose new album How We Operate recently was released in the U.S., has an actual blog that it updates…
Who’d have thunk it? The way DJ nights come and go in this town, it’s pretty damned amazing that Adam “Dumperfoo” Dumper’s Thursday night Blunt Club at Hollywood Alley in Mesa has made it to the ripe old age of four. Mad props to Dumper and his cohorts, resident DJs…
Because a pedal steel guitar is featured prominently in their sound, The Court & Spark often get pegged as an alt-country band, but nothing could be further from the truth. The steel guitar is just part of a multilayered sound that can include cello, hammered dulcimer, Mellotron, and the percussive…
Thursday 18 Ain’t Nobody’s Bizness: DJ Tsunami (hip-hop, dance) AZ 88: Mr. P-Body (synth pop, electro) The Bunkhouse: DJ Doom (dance) Club Central: DJs Ernie G. (hip-hop, R&B) & Luis (salsa, merengue) The Door: DJ J Nasty (hip-hop, Motown, Top 40) E-Lounge: DJ Adrian (hip-hop) Harley’s 2303: DJ Juan (progressive…
A few weeks back, I was drinking coffee, perusing the gossip pages online, and stumbled on a hilarious piece in the scandal-plagued Page Six section of the New York Post. Apparently in Las Vegas there’s not one, but two KISS cover bands composed of little people, and they’ve got a…
Sitting in a hotel bar overlooking downtown Denver, Vinnie Paul Abbott is stunned that not a single TV is tuned to the hockey game. His boys, the Dallas Stars, are taking an ass-whuppin’ at the hands of the Colorado Avalanche — or so Big Vin tells me — and he’d…
Unless I happen to stumble upon a great band at a live show, my laboratory for finding new music is my car. I’ll grab a random pile of CDs to play while driving back and forth to work on a familiar stretch of 16th Street, and depending on how much…
T Bone Burnett is back, and in a big way. Burnett is a songwriter, singer, righteous and religious hepcat, architect of Americana, child of rockabilly, Tex-Mex and Louisiana music, as well as an influence on Bob Dylan, who clearly influenced him. He’s cut brilliant albums dating back to 1972, but…
In the current business climate for live music venues here in the ‘Nix, a three-year anniversary is definitely something to celebrate. Last Exit, the rock and Americana club at Priest Drive and Southern Avenue in Tempe, is throwing a third birthday party for itself on Saturday, May 13, with Dramarama,…
This is the first release from local music maven Will “Vil Vodka” Tynor’s Vodka Tonic Media, and rather than highlight the talents of one band via a studio album, Tynor’s opted to showcase the sounds of six Arizona bands on this quirky comp. The synthesizer-saturated “Come On Feel It,” a…
Nothing personal, Meg, but working with new playmates has set Jack White free. “I’m through ripping myself off,” he screeches on the title track. If you didn’t catch that, he repeats, “I’m done ripping myself off.” From the lighthearted ease that oozes from every track, it’s obvious that White has…
If A Tribe Called Quest had jettisoned the bong-jazz flow and picked up where Afrika Bambaataa left off, the group would have created something like the simultaneously amped-up and chilled-out atmosphere of the debut by Baltimore duo Spank Rock. Naeem Juwan doesn’t blaze any trails with his booty-call braggart lyrics,…
