While the extreme branch of heavy-metal music known as death metal is defined in part by often-vile lyrics about violence, catastrophic destruction, nihilism, anarchy and paranoia, its singing style is associated with a beloved goggle-eyed, fuzzy blue puppet.
Speaking of UV Protection (who're playing tonight a Bill's Bar: reminder!), we’ve gotta thank head droid Karen T. for turning us onto the silly-dance-party white-boy wonder that is DJ Paul Foley. Foley’s track “Naked 2Nite” showed up on Side A of that Karen-T-curated Compound 440R comp we couldn’t shutup about last year.
Previously available on the Internet and on tiny plastic discs, the debut album by these avatars of electropop future has finally been re-released on . . . old-fashioned wax? Yup. It still hiccups like Devo scoring Doctor Who with an all-woman cast.
Like any good rock critic, we spent most of last evening and all of this morning obsessing over the list to end all lists. It's embarassing, it's predictable, it's unseemly, right down to the hand-wringing and the hand-wringing about handwringing. But it is also more than that: it's a tradition. And it still beats Pitchfork's list, in our humble opinion.
1. That thing we didn't tell you about -- the Diplo remix of the new Yeah Yeah Yeahs single "Gold Lion" -- has apparently leaked. Not by us or anyone we know. In fact, this one sounds faster than the version we haven't heard.
2. Jacque Lu Cont remix of Coldplay's "Talk" is actually . . . not terrible. Then again, we're a sucker for just about anything the thin white duke lays his hands on.
You knew there would be consequences. After the initial rush, it seemed like the whole K-Fed baile-funk thing was going to sneak out of mass consciousness, no harm done. A couple weeks went by. And then . . . well, shit's metastasized fairly quickly. We're done blaming Disco D; now we're just blaming YouTube.
Over the past decade, VICTORY AT SEA have taken the dark-and-stormy, barbed-guitar torch from Come and run with it, subtly evolving with each of their five full-lengths. There’s still plenty of serrated guitar chords and big drums on their new All Your Things Are Gone (Gern Blandsten), but frontwoman Mona Elliott has become a more nuanced songwriter, and the band have developed a deft dynamic sense of interplay with her throaty delivery.
"I'm not that good at pictures," protested lil' man Alex Whalen-Brown right before our cameraman took this photo.
Photos by Matt Teuten.
We’ve seen the three-man musical-amoeba that is Devil Music headline the Milky Way as an electric-violin-led rock trio. We’ve seem ‘em perform contemporary-classical works with a 20-piece orchestra at the sold-out Mills Gallery -- and one of those works was a balding dude mouth-farting for like ten minutes, seriously.
Look, before you start, you're preaching to the choir, OK? Dudes come up from Rhode Island talking "punk rock band with a violinist," we're not just gonna yellowcard the fuckers, we're gonna red-card 'em and they're out for the rest of the game. We hear you, brah. But give us a second on this here band VERBANA DARVELL (yep, not only are they punks-with-violin, they've also got a name that sounds like a cheap hooker trying to make it in a Broadway chorus line).
1. Looking forward to this one: Phoenix faves Beat Circus -- the mad Waits/bop carnie-jazz apocalypse supergroup -- debut "a new set of songs about saloons and graveyards in the Gold Rush sung through pipes and bullhorns" at T.T. the Bear's Place, with Brian Carpenter and Alec K Redfearn joined by "special guest banjoist/vocalist" Adam Glasseye.
Sure, the RUDDS have impeccable ’70s and ’80s references — lots of bands do. But few people are more fun to watch than frontman John Powhida. When he jumps off the stage, unleashes his falsetto, and does suggestive things with the mike, he’s plugging into the time-honored rock tradition of straight guys pretending to be gay.
Following up last week's story, the Mass. Industry Committee (M.I.C.) announced the nominations in several categories for the first annual M.I.C. Hip-Hop Awards this past Saturday at the Dres (of Blacksheep) show at the Middle East. The nominations were compiled based on the responses to over 150 delegate letters that had been sent out to media and people of knowledge in the state.