A plaster cast of Jimi Hendrix's cock, transsexual punk Jayne County's painting Penis Trees and Snakes in the Shape of Half-Created Humans, and Ramones art director Arturo Vega's series "Porn Is the New Rock": just a few examples of what to expect at the reception at Club Passim for "Hung," a group show of rock-associated artists curated by Punk magazine photographer John Nikolai
OTD is sneaking off to the Cape for much-needed battery recharge, in the process missing out on the best show ever. Uh, at least this week. Stay tuned, though: Cami and young Spitz have some surprises in store. But before you do anything else, get thee to Lemon-Red IMMEDIATELY. We're all the way over here and we still got sunburn from thosetracks.
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away — okay, it was at Axis sometime in the ’90s — we stumbled on a band who were far, far ahead of their time. They played ridiculous hardcore punk songs with guitars and ’80s synthesizers and had elaborate costumes and monitors blasting weird collages of Atari video games and war footage and occasionally covered Run-DMC.
Holy God, we’re still speechless from the two 20-year-old Japanese chicks who blew our brain to bits last Tuesday night at the MassArt gym: Afrirampo won't just scramble your brain, they’ll make it into a fritatta.
1. In honor of this, it’s MySpace week on OTD. Expect your next week to be filled with absurd dispatches from the 22-million-person rabbit hole. First thing up: straight outta MySpace's West Coast HQ, Boston's most popular MySpace bands.
Who wants to go rollerskating with the Dresden Dolls? No, seriously: Amanda and Brian have invited all their pals to the Chez Vous Roller Rink in Dorchester tonight. Ten bucks, all the money to Oxfam. Not a Dresden Dolls show. Just skating.
However, tomorrow night Amanda plays semi-secret solo show at the Paradise Lounge
The two 20-year-olds in Afrirampo don't mind advertising themselves like a cheap porn Web site ("2 young Japanese girls rock duo from Osaka! Naked rock! Naked soul! Red red strong red dress!"), and neither do they mind reducing your intestines to sushi with ginsu-like guitar-and-drums improvisational mayhem.
Twisted Villagers, put us on your Christmas card list: here we have one of two brand-freaking-new songs by the already beloved and soon to be revered psych-metal group Major Stars. Yes, Pitchfork just gave an 8.5 to their last album, and they have shared vinyl sides with Comets on Fire, but that stuff is a couple years old.
An autoharp-plucking, ukulele-cradling lounge singer with an uncanny knack for sounding like a phlegmy David Byrne, Cory McAbee is the frontman for, and the ingenious engine behind, the art-rock threesome the Billy Nayer Show. In the trio’s decade-plus history, McAbee has not only eulogized bunny rabbits, John the Baptist, and glass vaginas with equal reverence, he’s also written, directed, scored, and starred in his own Sundance-approved "space Western musical," The American Astronaut
Joe Not Common got at us too late for the print edition, but big ups to him for putting together this weekend's two-day (Sat-Sun.) Doom + Grind Fest at the Middle East downstairs. Description? Well, we're pretty sure there's gonna be some doom. And not to go out on a limb, there may also be some grind.
Yeah, so, our second Andrea Gillis post in one week -- it's because we love you. You, gentle reader, who so very desperately needs a woman like Andrea in your life. The kind of woman who will drink you under the table and kick you out the back door before your crushing hangover's even begun to register. [Note to our death-metal people: she used to be the singer in the Red Chord! But not that Red Chord!] Andrea's got soul to spare, and earlier this week we posted the softest track on the disc last week -- mainly 'cause that's all the Somerville Arts Council had up.
We're waiting for our man-on-the-scene to file a full official report, but early returns suggest that Lady Sovereign may have to re-title her album. Something like, uh, The Massacre. Hoping to duplicate the buzz that rocked outward from manhattan when M.I.A. came over for her first US appearance, S-O-V hit NYC last night -- but in the way a fly hits a windshield.