The wispy charm and charcoal-pop sounds of Seattle’s CRAFT SPELLS has been so embedded within our collective headspace, we here on Brookline Avenue decided to throw the "Boston Phoenix presents" tag on their Sunday night gig at Great Scott in Allston. Be sure to check out this week's feature on the 'Spells, and for added promotion treats, we reached out to Justin Vallesteros as he and tourmates GARDENS & VILLA -- also on Sunday's bill, alongside local pop distortionists DIRTY DISHES -- foundf themselves stuck in traffic en route to a D.
While the sold-out masses at this year’s Newport Folk Fest pack the main Fort Stage to catch the headlining likes of the Decemberists, Emmylou Harris, Gillian Welch, and Elvis Costello, you can find five under-the-radar acts worth taking in under the warm summer sun:
POKEY LAFARGE AND THE SOUTH CITY THREE | With his brand-new album Middle of Everywhere (Free Dirt Records), Pokey LaFarge is already St.
This is awesome.
Be sure to check this week's OUT column -- On a hot summer night at the Middle East, Dream Hits surf a garage-pop lullaby -- but here's some visual evidence of DREAM HITS and WAR PRESIDENTS last Thursday, July 21 in Cambridge.
From the OUT:
Following a lively opening set of Americana-infused indie rock from South Shore five-piece War Presidents, Dream Hits breezed through their show with the infectiously simple "Bummer" and the sweet melodrama of "Meat," a song that sounded so warm and familiar that even the most intoxicated coeds were bouncing and swaying in all the right places.
By now they should know better, but it’s clear Boston thrash-metal dudes RAMMING SPEED just don’t give a fuck. Since the band’s formation in 2007, previous tours have included van breakdowns in the middle of the desert; getting arrested at gunpoint in San Francisco (on suspicion of kidnapping, charges were later dropped); and having $5000 worth of band money, laptops, journals, and other shit stolen from their van before a gig in Italy.
So I've ate, shit, and slept with Mister Jason's Frankensteez project for nearly six days now, and it's rewind-button-city-all-day. Despite having disappeared from the recording side of things for years - since his Porn Theatre Ushers days with Nabo Rawk - Jason managed to return with a comeback strong enough to rape a horse.
The Drums are at the Brighton Music Hall on September 29
On Sale Now
Aloe Blacc |
September 6 at the Brighton
Music Hall, Allston | $15 |
On sale at @ ticketmaster.com
Friday, July 29
Empire of the Sun
+ Miami Horror | September 8 at the House of Blues, Boston | $29.50-$45 | On sale at 10 am @ livenation.
Stop me if you think that you've heard this one before. A few years ago, when he was still spitting sighs over synths in underrated electronic act Elkland, the main knock on -- and source of amusement from -- Jonathan Pierce was his was lifting of dance moves from the late Ian Curtis. Now fronting THE DRUMS, a band that's getting the fame and accolades Elkland appeared destined for back in 2005 (but never realized), he's got more than a fair share of Morrissey lodged deep in his voice.
Looks like HOGAN'S RUN in Lower Allston is for sale, only about three years after hipsters discovered it and took it over for a few months until they got tired of making the effort (remember that? It was poised for a breakthrough!).
But anyway, yeah -- the dive bar is available, and if only someone in the local music scene found $750k between the couch cushions (Ernie Boch?) we could turn this place into another performance space (it already comes with an entertainment license!).
Saturday night at Great Scott was weird. Fun, but weird.
This sold-out all-acoustic endeavor drew people with scally caps and neck tattoos, people presumably there for the first almost-DUCKY BOYS show in a few years, "normal" looking people who I assume came to see LAURA STEVENSON, and nobody dressed like a classy hillbilly except for WILLIAM ELLIOTT WHITMORE
Welcome back to VinylSighting, where the celebration continues with a random sampling. I
wracked my feeble, heat-addled brain for a while trying to uncover some sort of
theme to build upon, to unite this disparate little troupe, before I realized
that what interests me rarely crashes to reality in a series of sortable
It’s been a longtime since we had a legit musician deathwatch. Aside from perhaps The Libertines' Pete Doherty (who hasn't quite reached water-cooler talk and morbid $1-box betting squares here in stateside workplaces), you’d probably have to go back to grunge pariah Kurt Cobain to find someone who people fought over to put in their dead pool.
Goodnight, sweet princess. As the 27 Club gains another member, TMZ comes in with the deets:
A press release from the Metropolitan Police, which doesn't specifically name Winehouse, says:
"Police were called by London Ambulance Service to an address in Camden Square NW1 shortly before 16.05hrs today, Saturday 23 July, following reports of a woman found deceased.
FANTASY was my favorite new act to emerge from 2010. In a year where
more music was slathered in lo-fi gloss than not, their brand of
retro-sheen shone the brightest. Delicately sourced vocal samples, giddy
synths, and basement bass defined 7am, their silly good debut LP.
It's not hard to imagine them sitting around a laptop, chopping and
warping their tracks until they sound worn.