As promised: the Hidden released their official, Steve Albini-produced EP at the Middle East last Friday, but if you ask nicely, they've also got another new EP, Church & War, stashed behind the counter featuring covers of the Misfits, Big Black, Holy Cow, and Judas Priest. As soon as we heard the song below, we knew we had to have it: picking up where Keys to the Streets of Fear's Modern Lovers cover left off, it's round two of an occasional OTD series where great Boston bands cover classic songs by other great Boston bands.
Find these and the matching backpack at M.I.A.'s official merch depot. Spotted at www.miafans.com, which is one weird-ass messageboard. Weird, because it's for non-hipster M.I.A. fans . . . like, kids with goofy homemade avatars and whatnot.
As if there was any doubt, the single most polarizing single of 2005 is officially "My Humps." Personally, OTD thinks the song is vile, tasteless, and utterly irresistable. We love it. But then we've long since reconciled the notion of adoring music, and art, that we don't agree with. Which leads us to the conclusion that how you fall on this song is probably gonna say quite a bit about how you view music in the early 21st century.
Well, it ain't no Bunratty's or Local 186, but as the pix above should clue you, Wonderbar is getting a crap-load cooler these days. Yes, the Allston joint known for its under-aged over-cleavaged girls and fundamentally uncool dress code is taking action to change its image. (Gee, where have we heard that sentence before?) First step: hiring Scott Richards (DJ Scott Bliss) as their brand-new Entertainment and Marketing Director.
Before emo kids and Hot Topic discovered goth metal, it sounded a lot less like AFI and a lot more like Samhain. Which is something you don't have to tell New Bedford warhorses the HIDDEN. Their old band Medea Connection drew up weirder sci-fi plots than Coheed and Cambria, their new riffs will knock Alkaline Trio's teeth down their throats, and their singer does the best Danzig impersonation this side of Type O Negative.
New Orleans dance-funk organ-and-puppet-show duo Quintron and Miss Pussycat sold out the Middle East Upstairs last night along with Netherlander Harry Merry (who on his amazing autobiography page describes his influences as "Rock'N'Roll, Rhythm & Blues, Beat, Ballads, Schlager, Latino, Chansons, Liedjes, and lately also some Slovenian Pop and Serbian Turbo-folk") and Cambridge's own white-boy-rap party freaks Big Digits
This is Craig Finn. He never slept with your hoodrat friend.
Blurry photos from Cami, who had to knock over some blonde shitty BC girls (definitely their first time at the Middle East) to take these.
Craig Finn went to Boston College. So did we. Even though the thirtysomething, hand-jiving Hold Steady frontman hasn’t outgrown the Tappa-Kegga-Day mentality endemic to BC undergraduate living (after their last Saturday-night set at the Middle East, Finn himself was later selling customized combination Hold Steady lighters/beer openers at the merch table), we feel a weird kinship with the dude.
Someday, Hilken Mancini and Chris Colbourn will be the answer to a trivia question: "Name the record played on by members of Dinosaur Jr [J Mascis], Buffalo Tom [obv.], and Fuzzy [obv., also drummer Nate Darden]." In the mid-'90s, those three bands were pretty much the heart and soul of what unfortunately became known as alternative rock.
Yes, everything you heard is true: with Johnny Cash dead and headed for his definitive silver-screen enshrinement, Rick Rubin promptly grabbed another washed-up legend, locked him in a room with a guitar, and made him write a comeback album, thereby saving Neil Diamond from a sad, empty life playing "Sweet Caroline" for tens of thousands of people a night and raking in gazillions of dollars a year.
Come next month when the year-end lists start rolling in, we expect to be hearing a lot about Mr. Collipark (a/k/a DJ Smurf, a/k/a Beat-In-Azz, a/k/a Michael Crooms), the producer behind the two biggest stage whispers of the year (or maybe make that three?). What we didn't expect was to hear Mr. Crooms shouting out Phoenix hip-hop critic Chris Nelson's blog.
1. Former Turkish Delight and Betwixt frontwoman Leah Callahan has been exploring musical theater with a vaudeville cabaret act and her two-year-old Illegitimate Theatre Company, but she’s getting back to her post-punk roots with a new band, the GLASS SET. Although the band have existed for only two months, many of the songs are taken from a rock opera Callahan recorded earlier this year at Richard Marr’s Galaxy Park Studios with members of CODETTA and LADY OF SPAIN
1. Just back from the Voodoo Music Fest in New Orleans (click for VH1 footage), the newly bulked-up Trent Reznor is in town. What's up with the Danzig physique? Mebbe all the carbohydrates from the trends and styles he's been absorbing lately: over the past decade, he's curated industrial-strength dance music in the way that Bowie once did for glam rock and Madonna does for pop.
Famous white dadrapper Eminem is threatening to pull a Jay-Z and retire after releasing a greatest hits album. Spine Magazine has the new song, another entry (last entry?) in his Haylie series: in this one, she finally starts talking back. As OTD is blogging on a computer next to a three year old and five year old begging to watch March of the Penguins, we got love for this stuff, but can't imagine why anyone else would.
Last Thursday evening, the Keys to the Streets of Fear dudes lured garage-punk fans to an art opening at Stel's, the fashionista hideout on Newbury Street, with promises of a secret gig to follow. And they didn't disappoint. After blasting Thee Michelle Gun Elephant and Thee Headcoates through their slop-godz DJ contraption "The System" -- record player through guitar amp, guitar pickup, PA -- they led annhiliated patrons to a practice-space gig by everyone's new favourite band, the Turpentine Brothers, who have quickly taken the keys to the city from drummer Tara's old band Mr.
That band you formed four years ago? They suck. That band your friends formed in February? They suck. All the old bands suck. They're all so fucking boring. OTD is bored out of OTD's skull. It's time for some new bands. It's time for some new voices. Wipe everyone out.
Around here, at least, J Mascis is just another old, weird, reclusive guitar genius who you might bump into from time to time. Like you'll see him around and think, "Ewww, fuck. What happened to J Mascis?" It's almost like you can totally forget that people who don't have awkward encounters with the guy still revere him enough to get excited about Dinosaur back catalogue