Story goes that Victory at Sea finally decided on a name for their new album: All Your Things Are Gone. Two weeks later, drummer Dave Norton's apartment (in same building as the band's practice space) burnt up from a freak electrical fire. Irony aside, the band's equipment ended up justa little wet from the hoses, but all of Dave's things are gone.
You wouldn't expect the face behind some of the freshest ragga and dancehall in recent memory to belong to a white, bearded Québecois, but Monsieur Ghislain is proving that the couple thousand miles between Montreal and Kingston don't mean shit. Since abandoning a fruitful career in minimal techno, the self-described "bass connoisseur" has begun incorporating styles from Toronto to Tokyo while collaborating with artists from just as far away -- including Boston-native-in-Spanish-exile DJ/Rupture
1. We've really been digging how Fuzzy turned into a yelpy stoner-punk band. Or at least some of them did. Check it: tonight their not-so-new-anymore band Count Me Outs are on a bill with some other of their (and our) favorite yelpy stoner-punk/trash-rock bands: to wit, Providence's Black Clouds and the Radar Eyes/Tunnel of Love collabo Ghetto Fighters
Last night, indie-pop extraordinaries The Stairs played their FINAL PERFORMANCE IN THE HISTORY OF THE ENTIRE WORLD to a sold out O'Brien's crowd of life-long friends and family. Ghosts of their past and present were guests on the already packed stage throughout the night, including their Funeral Director, Ho-Ag's Matt Parish, who enjoyed singing along on stage to The Stairs' disabled animal anthem "Crooked Horse."
1. I know, I know, everyone wants to talk about the Click 5. Dudes are slaying 13-year-olds like R. Kelly right now. But for serious, more people need to get dialed into the Mobius Band before the national features start rolling in and Brooklyn claims 'em as their own. Will Spitz stole their spirits and got the scoop
This week's "Download" column, here in expanded version. With the exception, perhaps, of the Mashacre, everything here will likely be familiar to regular OTD readers: so before you roll your eyes, remember this is the column where we let those inky-fingered print-edition-reading types in on what you early-adopting wiseguys are up to.
We were trying to do the math -- Anger Mgt curfews around 11, it's a 40 minute ride back to Boston, and allowing for groupie-fondling, sweat-towel distribution, body-armor changing, etc., we figured Young and Lloyd would really have to have their hustle on to get to the church on time.
It was the $10 fuck-around club show we wished the Pixies had played 18 months ago. The kind where Kim Deal, still in the same shirt she was wearing two days ago, walks unmolested through the crowd, Frank Black does Springsteen impressions, songs get messed up and restarted, the set list becomes optional, and people who'd forgotten why they wore out Surfah Roser (that's the native pronunciation) suddenly remember.
We're sorry. We're just procrastinating while we try to pull together a post on last night's semi-secret Pixies show. There were like eight of us there, everyone loved it, and no one can be bothered to blog about it. Grainy, too-dark photos in a few.
Last night at Great Scott I spent, like, 3 whole songs trying to figure out whether or not cootie-licious AIDS Wolf frontchick Chloe could see, through her zebra-striped shades, that her fly was down. Somewhere about the time that she took a long enough break from her spazzed out screams and ghastly whines to drop the mic through her gaping crotch-hole, I figured she knew damn well about that shit.
Yeah, Coldplay aren't an arena rock band. They just sell out 30,000 seat amphitheaters wherever their tour trucks may roam. That said, a scalped $40 lawn seat for Saturday night's Tweeter Center blowout would've provided you with a chance to:
As we speak, the Pixies are shooting a video at the Paradise. They're also playing a secret show at the Paradise on Monday. For now, it appears tickets are available only at the box office. OTD's sister just stumbled by the marquee and picked up a pair for $15 each. Cami's report on the Pixies' acoustic set at Newport yesterday is coming soon.
LISTEN: Cave In, "Down the Drain" (mp3, OTD exclusive) [Ed. note: This song is actually called "Down the Drain," not "Droned," as previously stated: that's what happens when you're working with a pre-pre-release CD-r.]
Most of Cave In's albums have been of a piece -- it's just that they're each different pieces.