We remember when Jake Brennan was a metal kid signed to Victory who wrote reviews for Punk Planet. We remember when his backing band the Confidence Men wasn't really that good. That was a long fucking time ago. By the time they showed up at the Boston Music Awards last year, signed to Yep Roc and everything, JB had his own JBCMs pulling off organ-drenched, grease-fried Chuck Berry rave-ups like prime-era Animals, Byrds, Stones, and Broooooosh all-at-once.
Nothing is likely to replace the straight-to-DVD version, but future scholars may find this useful. Still, Sylvester?:
"The following sections contain explanatory notes and textual insights on Trapped in the Closet. There is a summary of each chapter, as well as helpful commentary that illuminates literary motifs and stylistic elements within the narrative.
Paul Wall/Skinhead Rob photo courtesy Houstonsoreal; without Matt Sonzala, this meeting prolly never happens.
Cross-polination: you're supposed to embrace it unconditionally. That's a bad idea, but here's two really good ideas that translate into two very nearly really great songs. The first is from punk's first screw-driven remix album, as enabled by the People's Champ
You're always hearing stories about how major labels screw artists, but yesterday afternoon brought a man-bites-dog story straight out of indieville. It's a story about the biggest punk band on earth, the indie label that reportedly ripped them off, and a really big IOU that has resulted in the dudes behind American Idiot looking like a trio of grinches who are downsizing one of the most recognizable brand names in all of pop-punk.
Night Rally at Great Scott, 06-18-05. Drummer Luke sez, "You sho' you want to keep that mullet, Farhad?"
Strange as it may've seemed that Cambridge's Night Rally were scheduled to play an all-ages outdoor show outside Flat Top Johnny’s, our Green Cab driver sure heard the noise from Broadway and kindly told us to be careful at "the rock concert" before he let us off.
1. So yeah, Sasha Frere-Jones was an early adopter on the M.I.A. tip. But how'd he get one of his colleagues to dig deep into Maya's daddy's terrorist group? Philip Gourevitch talks Tamil Tigers in a story that's not online. Thumbnail, however, appears here. In the same issue, Sasha waxes on and off about her ex-boyfriend Diplo and his new buddy DJ Marlboro and the song they all made together called "Bucky Done Gone."
We've been anxiously awaiting some music from the Hound for a good long while. We sent our boy Will Spitz to scope them out first, as a precaution. He came back with his spine in knots and it took us a week to pry his jaw out of his bootstraps. Call the chiropractor 'cuz the Hound will be twisting backbones and dislodging platelets tonight at PA's Lounge (with Tristan de Cunha and Piles) and tomorrow at O'Brien's.
Donna F.'s junkie alter-ego: Gravy Train!!!!'s Chunx
Things we learned from Gravy Train!!!!'s old rap album: underage boys will screw fat chicks when they're drunk on malt liquor; cheeseburgers can get you pregnant; the Ying Yang Twins are polite, upstanding gentlemen and really good rappers, relatively speaking.