Foo Fighters/Weezer With Hot Hot Heat At DCU Center Saturday, October 15, 2005 at 7:00 pm Tickets are $39.50, $34.50 and $29.50 Tickets go on-sale Friday, September 16, 2005 at 4:00 pm (STREAM: Foo Fighters, In Your Honor player)
Bauhaus At Orpheum Theatre Sunday, November 13, 2005 at 7:30 pm
Jake Trussell, a/k/a DJ C, has come through with the goods. The streets asked for it. (OK, maybe it was just a dude on Hollerboard, but still . . . sayin'.) This one's for the archives: the (almost) complete 38-minute history of Boston Bounce, including a sneak peak at all four songs on the upcoming Beat Research 12-inch and -- yes -- your first taste of DJ C's offishal remix of M.
Friday night’s Black Dice show at the MFA Remis Auditorium was so good it's still ringing in our broken ears on Monday. Given the venue, the "indie-rock" concert series kickoff drew a triple-Lexus-load of middle-aged, skirt-and-suited couples, likely beneficiaries of largesse-styled free passes expecting Ansel Adams on wax — at the very least, something with, like, words.
Boston/NYC crew SLOW TO SPEAK's eight-hour odyssey this afternoon/evening includes the Boston debut of famous producer THEO PARRISH, whose disco re-edits are coveted by house DJs worldwide, and whose original productions -- lengthy, lapping waves of soul-driven grooves -- have worn down more heels than Imelda Marcos.
Until the HOLD STEADY came along, anyone wanting to rant over bar-band backing for a living had to pry the general concept from the cold dead hands of King Missile and M. Doughty. But frontman Craig Finn has proved you can get people (at least the ones who put bands on the cover of the Village Voice once every 15 years) to geek out over Lou Reed-ish sing-speak street poetry about smacked-out Catholic schoolgirls, and journeyman-like whammy-bar rock.
The Viva La Bam tour, which would've taken place tonight but has been cancelled, would've been a bit of a letdown anyway -- at least if you were expecting, say, Bam Margera and Turbonegro. Instead, the plan was to get fat uncle Don Vito and some other kid, along with bands that no one who isn’t still in high school has heard of.
1. Don't wanna say too much about last night's not-so-secret Paul Westerberg show since Will Spitz is covering it for the print edition, but suffice it to say: more fun than your average guitar-shop opening. The guest of honor was his typically sloppy self, but halfway through he brought up Neighborhoods pal Sir David Minnehan for positive reinforcement.
1. OK, look, we fucked up: end of August got a little nuts, and somehow the Back to the Future car didn't quite make it back in time to get into the newspaper. But as anyone reading this right now can probably attest, nobody reads newspapers anymore. So: yes, Virginia, there IS A CERTIFIED BANANAS TONITE, and it's going to be the best fucking one yet.
Shoddy stage sound cut an apologetic and frustrated Steve Brodsky's set short last night at Great Scott, but not before he sang a lonely love song about the happy-couple-infested Copley Square ("I guess that's my cue to stay the hell away from here"), debuted a charming Stevie Wonder cover of "Yesterme, Yesteryou, Yesterday," and brought effects/guitar Cave In brah Adam McGrath on stage with him for a couple songs including a stripped version of "Down The Drain" off their new joint Perfect Pitch Black
We thought Keys to the Streets of Fear, the seven-month-old sludge-garage "rhythm-n-noise" operation responsible for The System, were kidding about their obsession with Dior Homme créateur de modeHedi Slimane. We assumed they were joking about the haute-couture clothing line (scroll), figuring it was either some inverted commentary on art versus rock-as-merch commodity or a publicity-savvy way of duping trend fashionistas into buying their bilingual vinyl single.
So many similarities between North Shore funk-metal pretty boys and Tijuana nightengales. You may remember Mexpop choirboy Frankie J from the hook of Baby Bash's "Suga Suga," which we would've posted if we had a blog back then. Don't know whether this track here is trial balloon, album tease, or just fucking around, but it sounds pretty awesome, and we mean that in the choochiest possible way.
Briefly: new credit-card sized iPod Nano in stores this weekend in 2 gig ($199) and 4 gig ($249) models, replacing the discontinued iPod Mini; Motorola's iTunes- and podcast-compatible Rokr phone ($249 with 2-yr Cingular contract) holds 100 songs, uploadable via USB port; also, Apple signs up two new contentslaves
Now that CAVE IN’s new Perfect Pitch Black (Hydra Head) hitting stores, dudes are so busy they can't even play their own CD-release show. When they realized they'd be scattered all over the country this week, several ingenious fixes were floated. Frontman Stephen Brodsky was all like, "We can assemble a clan of Kraftwerk-like doubles to perform instead, which would allow us to kick back and celebrate without the toil of setting up and breaking down."