As he tries to launch a social movement that encourages people to address global warming and throw parties at the same time, Perry Farrell, usually chipper and optimistic in interviews, doesn’t mince words about the gravity of the crisis the human race now finds itself in. New Times caught up…
About the only thing that Frances Lopez, a.k.a. Miss Franberry, a.k.a. founder of Fizzle Promotions, a.k.a. one of downtown’s hottest young promoters/musicians hadn’t accomplished was starting her own record label to showcase all the local bands she books at venues like Modified Arts and Trunk Space. With the August 2007…
There’s a reason the acoustic, singer-songwriter band Foot Ox has been dubbed “broken folk.” Actually, there are more than a dozen instrumental reasons, as project frontman Teague Cullen not only wields a finely tuned guitar and a distinguishable set of vocal chords, but successfully gigs on far-ranging instruments such as…
Sometimes, the simplest music is the most affecting. So it goes with PJ Harvey’s new studio album, White Chalk, which often feels like a sequel to Björk’s Vespertine. Absent are the scorched-earth guitars and feral vocals for which the songwriter is known. Instead, Chalk finds solace and strength in desolation…
Shawn Camp plays everything from bluegrass to hardcore country, while rockabilly cat Billy Burnette spent almost 10 years with Fleetwood Mac and currently tours with John Fogerty. Their idea of doing Elvis bluegrass-style is a natural, considering Presley got his start with a rockabilly version of Bill Monroe’s “Blue Moon…
The Mekons are among the few bands surviving from the “glory days” of punk rock — 2007 marks their 30th anniversary. The reason for their longevity (aside from their members engaging in an assortment of musical activities apart from Mothership Mekons) is their treating music as a constantly changing, evolving…
Though she is only in her early 30s, Dutch-born saxophonist Candy Dulfer is a veteran in her own right, having performed and toured alongside the likes of Dave Stewart, Prince, Aretha Franklin, and others since she was in her late teens. On this new release, she takes smooth jazz in…
The output of Brooklyn duo Mouthus consists — for the most part, anyway — of variations on sepulchral groans. Brian Sullivan’s imploding, acidic guitar gestures and Nate Nelson’s buried-in-the-mix drumming combine to form the things sweet No Wave dreams are made of: gray, fugitive whorls spinning just out of sight…
Rilo Kiley: It’s pop so good your mom will love it — if your mom has good taste in pop music. After sowing some wild musical oats with sweet, sorrowful acoustic country music and sunny indie pop, Jenny Lewis (vocals, keyboards), Blake Sennett (guitar, vocals), Pierre de Reeder (bass guitar,…
The DJs who spin at the HoodRide Bodega stand above the rest of the turntablists in the P-town scene, literally. That’s because the funky downtown Phoenix art hangout, located at 918 North Fifth Street, boasts an eight-foot-high ramshackle DJ fortress built into a tree sprawling out of the sidewalk in…
The kindly goblins who orchestrate the inner machinations of this here web-hole were nice enough to finally equip me with two things: 1) a list of links more befitting my “tendencies” and 2) an email account. So it is now that I beseech, nay, beg you to grace me with personal correspondence at matt.neff (at) newtimes.com. Suggestions, review requests, pizza recipes, and ferret-care tips are all welcome, but make sure you know what you’re doing—I don’t want to be knocked out in bed all week humming some nasty pop punk melody or sniveling with the woeful knowledge that I trimmed Chompy’s furry lil digging implements to the detriment of his (currently robust) health.
We’ve kinda had something of a contentious history with the folks at AZPunk (www.azpunk.com) over the past few years. The misfits and miscreants who populate the local Web site’s notorious message board have been known to rip us a new one for any number of reasons (such as slamming us for covering local musicians or scenesters that they feel don’t deserve any ink). But just like parents of naughty little children, we love ’em all just the same, which is why we wanna plug tonight’s AZPunk Fundraiser at the Wok Star, the rock club inside Scottsdale eatery Chop & Wok (7136 East Shea Boulevard).
In this week’s issue of the Phoenix New Times (on news stands now across the Valley), there’s a pretty off-the-chain profile in the music section by yours truly about local rapper Maja (a.k.a. H. Vincent Payne), a laid-back cat who offers a unique hip-hop style, whereby the 24-year-old drops rhymes chiefly about his love of anime, video games, ’80s cartoons, and other geeky topics de jour. The dude also lays down his lyrical dynamite in both English and Japanese (and occasionally even en Español), and has been a hit with nerdcore fans, Japanophiles, and other geeky types at the various anime conventions around the Southwest that he’s performed at, and even as far away as “The Land of the Rising Sun” (read: Japan).
Phoenix-based melodic rock group Runaway Diamonds has been asked to perform at the CMJ Music Marathon next month in New York. We’ve long been fans of the band’s quirky indie rock (we wrote a music feature about ’em earlier this year), and are glad to have them representing the PHX in NYC.
Thursday 27 Big Fish Pub: Hazardous Crew with DJ Killer, DJ Papi Cholo, DJ Spawn, & DJ Illigiq (techno, breaks, hip-hop, drum ‘n’ bass) The Blooze: DJ El Dedo (rockabilly) Bunkhouse: DJ Doom (dance) Coach & Willie’s: Seen! feat. DJs Paul C., Killah Ranks, Judo-Chop!, & more (drum ‘n’ bass)…
“What do you think of my yuppie douchebag shirt?” My buddy B-Boy is modeling for me in my living room. He’s draped his 6-foot-4, 350-pound frame in some black dress pants and a collared, button-down shirt. He’s shaved his head so it’s all smooth and shiny, and trimmed his burly…
Call him the John Darnielle of the North. Like the Mountain Goats’ songsmith, John Samson of Winnipeg, Canada, has a high, reedy voice, modestly folk-inflected sound, and a keen lyrical wit. Samson played in the early ’90s with political punkers Propagandhi. In ’97, tired of catering to testosterone-fueled mosh pits,…
Since its inception, reality TV hasn’t brought us much in the way of realism. Someone who wouldn’t normally nosh on a plateful of live Madagascar hissing cockroaches breaking down and chewing on a few shouldn’t fall under the “reality” category just because there’s prize money involved and an accredited medic…
It’s a Saturday afternoon, and the Atomic Comics location in north Phoenix is a hubbub of rampant geek activity. Dozens of nerds of varying ages and belt sizes mill around the store looking for back issues of the Amazing Spider-Man, trading gaming tips, or participating in Yu-Gi-Oh! collectible card game…
Georgie James is a duo — specifically, the pairing of John Davis and Laura Burheim. Like The Turtles, they are so happy together, or at least it sounds so. Each of the 12 tunes here draws from the peak pop music of yesteryear, when cheerful songs like The Archies’ “Sugar…
Phoenix has a hot hip-hop scene, so to say that The Premiere’s debut album is the best new local CD to hit P-city streets this year is really saying something. And we are saying just that. Three years in the making, London Paris New York is a monster mash-up of…
Tucson’s Greyhound Soul blends rough vocals, country twang, and straight-ahead rock with a twist of the blues. It’s like hearing the child of Tom Petty, Bob Dylan, Johnny Cash, Tom Waits, Hans Olson, the Pistoleros, and one of the small, unknown bands you might catch at Modified on a Wednesday…
