Slumber Party: stars kill rock
Slumber Party Girls: rock kills stars
Once upon a time, killing off the rock star was just a crazy, indie-grrrl dream. But since American Idol hit it big, the idea has become popular with major record labels, who have realized that rock stars are expensive, not to mention a pain in the ass.
DOWNLOAD: Converge, No Heroes album preview (mp3)
On Converge's No Heroes (Epitaph, October 24), their one-word titles -- "Heartache," "Sacrifice," "Vengeance" -- spell out hardcore's secular jihad: time-bomb youth junked on rage and betrayal, accelerating toward death and glory, hurling themselves at infinity.
No downloads yet from Stephen "Cave In" Brodsky's solo/band album The Octave Museum -- which HydraHead, at least, is treating as an album title, not a band name -- but songs are streaming at their MySpace page. It's the best thing he's done since Static Intellect, which never came out so we don't know why we keep bringing it up, except that it's real good.
pretty much the coolest thing we’ve ever seen.
DOWNLOAD: M.I.A., "XR-2" (mp3, via Prefix). Now everywhere, and presumably a sanctioned leak since it showed up here. Modulated rocky horns are the new 1-2-3-4, and the laundry-list of conspiring govt agencies is straight off the last Antibalas record, but her question still stands: where were you in '92? And why weren't you an grime fan already? Not even Pitchfork's brave enough to predict falloff; our sources tell us the best is still yet to come.
You don't hear a lot about the Unseen in newspapers or anything, even though they're the biggest punk band from Boston whose name isn't Dropkick Murphys. They just sorta do what they do, tour their faces off, put out consistently no-bullshit punk records, don't make a big deal about it. We feel a kinship with Tripp Underwood because he's a compulsive writer and he's from our era -- "our era" meaning your formative albums were Purple Rain, Appetite for Destruction, and
Kung Fu Chicken Noodle, the ass-kicking can of chicken soup that battles the forces of good in Studio Kaiju's awesome monster-wrestling league, has faced some formidable opponents over the years: radioactive sea urchins, hairy viking-type heroes, and, perhaps most famously, his arch-enemy, a giant club sandwich.
If you weren't lucky enough to win tickets from OTD for tonight's screening of American Hardcore, there's still tonight's bash at Harpers Ferry in Allston, where the Boston class of '82 (or so) gathers for a reunion: Gang Green and the Freeze, not to mention a slam-pit's worth of special guests. A bunch of old Boston hardcore dudes -- including the Gang Green guys, Curtis from Taang!, and Springa from SSD (now, sadly, a grade-Z doofus) -- showed up this morning at WFNX to reminisce.
It's the YouTube video Panic! at the Disco's management doesn't want you to see (or so our spies tell us). Shot during their Clash of the Punk Cabaret Titans Tour last summer, Dresden Dolls and Panic! teamed up to shoot a silent-film-style short film in which Amanda and Brian plot to murder the Panic! kids in a fit of jealousy (with a piano no less!), only to be foiled by a gaggle of fans played by openers the Hush Sound.
DOWNLOAD: Campaign for Real Time, "In Your Dreams (Sir Certainly Remix)" (mp3)
Aw, shucks, you know we live for this shit: how awesome is it that Boston's finally got enough crack laptop-pop squads to start cross-pollinating dancefloors with our own remixes? With a Boston Music Award freshly under the belts for their "local debut album of the year" Yes .
DOWNLOAD: L.E.O., "Ya Had Me Goin'" (mp3)
Obsessed with the eccentric, overblown studiocraft of Electric Light Orchestra mastermind Jeff Lynne, mutton-chopped power-pop guru Bleu rummaged together members of the Black Crowes, Chicago, Papas Fritas, and Hanson to create L.E.O.'s Alpacas Orgling (Cheap Lullaby), a disc that pays homage to the sumptuously self-indulgent arrangments (but not the literal songs) of ELO.
Spank RockOctober 4 at Great Scott
It seems highly appropriate to be staring at a blinking cursor. After an hour or so of dancing, shouting, and sweating (profusely) to Spank Rock’s set at Great Scott, the thought of capturing the retrospect in words is exhausting. Opening with the deliciously lewd “Backyard Betty,” the Baltimore boys launched into song after song of running their mouth off about tits, ass, and shaking them both.
BECK: Hi, I'm beck.
OTD: Hi beck.
BECK: I forgot to make a record, but maybe you'd like to buy some stuff I recorded called The Information.
BECK: Also, I forgot to design my tour merch. So, like, maybe you could just, like, do it yourself or something? (Perhaps you got the email from my publicist: "The ever-innovative musician has teamed with merch partner Tannis Root and retailer Bang-On to allow concert-goers to design their own custom shirts at the show.
Normally the prospect of yet another episode of Henry Rollins and Ian MacKaye Talk About the Good Old Days When Punk Was Punk would be an occasion to hit the ffwwd button, but everything we've heard about American Hardcore has been solidly good, right down to their inclusion of the Freeze and SSD. We haven't seen any more than what's below yet, but shit, there's only so many times you can watch Another State of Mind.