Caleb: not fucking afraid of those other heatseakers.
DOWNLOAD: Zozobra, "Heavy With Shadows" (mp3)FRIEND: Zozobra at Myspace
Ed. note: we posted this a couple weeks ago, but then this showed up: apparently Caleb's had a change of heart and will be releasing this under his pre-existing Zozobra moniker instead of as the self-titled debut by a solo band that would've been called Heatseaker.
New England Metal and Hardcore Festival 10th AnniversaryDAY TWO: April 26, 2008 at the Palladium; Worcester, MAAll photos courtesy Carina Mastrocola
Digitos Grandes stepped in as last-minute replacements on our last BMP showcase, filling in for Pretty & Nice, who had to cancel due to injury. Was nice to see TD and Mac again in full sweatbox mode -- that's TD in the chain-mail bank-robber mask and the Mickey sweatshirt -- and we finally got a glimpse of DJ Wii-J Mark E.
Our bretheren over at WFNX rented a house for Coachella and have been blogging their faces off all weekend. A bunch of people stopped by the house, including MGMT, Vampire Weekend, the National, Black Kids, the Raconteurs, Rogue Wave, Rilo Kiley, and Tegan & Sara
High on Fire
Job for a Cowboy
Children of Bodom
10th Anniversary New England Metal and Hardcore Festival, Day OneApril 25, 2008at the Palladium, Worcester
All photos by Carina Mastrocola
Who're you callin' al dente?
DOWNLOAD: Kid:Nap:Kin, "Heroin Grillz" (mp3)
Like risotto, young rock bands require a lot of time and stirring before their many disparate elements meld into a satisfying and delicious glop. Unlike risotto. . . . well, there are lots of ways that young rock bands aren't like risotto.
Few things about Dirty Projectors' Dave Longstreth. One: while he looks tall and remote and Thurston-like from afar, up close, he looks impossibly young and is incredibly friendly.
We are thrilled to provide this unprecedented conduit between your girlfriend and Feist.
FeistAt the Bank of America PavilionTuesday, July 8, 2008 at 7:30 pmTickets are $25.00 and $35.00**plus $5.00 venue and applicable convenience feesTickets go on-sale Monday, April 28, 2008 at 10:00 am
Hallelujah the Hills + Ho-Ag, "Rain Dogs (Tom Waits cover; live at Great Scott)"
It's not like either Hallelujah the Hills or Ho-Ag lack for members; and it's not like they're such natural collaborators that they were bound to appear on the same stage eventually.
If we had a Best Music Poll category for most-improved, Mike Fiore's FACES ON FILM would've had another notch in their belt, not to mention a pretty-much unimpeded cakewalk to the victory. As it is, he's up for best local singer-songwriter, for which we apologize because we didn't know quite where else to put 'em.
Mylene: Queen of Pop
This week in the fishwrap, Charles Taylor makes the case for French pop, through the lens of the latest Mrs. Johnny Depp album. Below, longtime Phoenix critic Michael Freedberg, whom we consider our resident expert on the topic, provides his own master-class in variete francaise -- one that is necessarily weighted towards Mylene Farmer, who is the Reed to his Bangs, the Kixx to his Eddy.
As the Rumble heads into the semifinals round this weekend, The Noise editor T-Max -- the Rumble's unofficial historian, having seen more nights of the Rumble's musical combat than perhaps anyone else in Boston -- is questioning the scoring decisions made by the new Rumble regime, which led last weekend to Rumble coordinator Mark Hamtilon singlehandedly overturning a numeric victory by Clouds and instead awarding the victory to the Men
DOWNLOAD: Heatseeker, "Heavy With Shadows" (mp3)
If you ever wondered why Cave-In never sounded the same way twice, take a listen to what its members have released since the breakup: it's a minor miracle these guys ever agreed on anything
Having Ian MacKaye show up as the surprise guest for your intro-to-punk-rock class is, as Will Spitz writes in this week's fishwrap, "sorta like Darwin showing up for your Biology 101 lecture." Except that Darwin would probably end up talking Biology.
Not long ago, we teamed up with our sister mag Stuff at Night to bring together eight of Boston's finest DJs to shoot the shit about the state of dance music in our fair city. It turned out to be far more interesting than we had any right to expect it would be, and may even have squashed some beef in the process.