TONIGHT: Since releasing their debut full-length, Pull Up the Floorboards, last fall, the members of Lock and Key have spent almost as much time in their van as in their Lower Allston digs. So we were happy to learn that the post-hardcore road warriors are fitting a local show into their busy schedule.
Some of you may remember the walk-of-fame at the old Tower Records on Mass Ave, where the Virgin Megastore is now. Somehow, we hadn't noticed until just today that when Tower moved out, they yanked the stars right out of the concrete. Whatever became of them? Well, you'd have to ask this guy, we guess. He's asking $400 a pop.
Thanks to Quintaine for signing off on on the link for this special Father's Day presentation of our favorite songs to sing to Dad. QA's song (that was a rare MarkSchleicher lead vocal) is from their 1996 CherryDicks Records debut Needles, an album that some of the newschool Allston rock bands might enjoy.
Everyoneseemsobsessed right now with pushing UK grime into bed with Screwston hip-hop, so maybe it was inevitable that someone would release a chopped-and-screwed version of the first major post-Run the Road grime album: Roll Deep's In at the Deep End. But, like, before the album's even officially out? By some Swedish dudes living in, like, France or something? For free on the internet? Clap your hands say yeah for Radioclit, who've done just that.
No, you didn't wake up in a different town. That's the new-look Phoenix, and chances are, someone who wrote it handed it to you this morning. If you just showed up here at OTD, we've been at this blog thing for a minute, so you might wanna scrolldown and check the archives; you've got some catching up to do.
Cubby Berk and Tim Howard at ZuZu. Photo, as always, by Kelly Davidson.
Wanderlust has been biting Boston's young songwriters. This past May, Soltero dude Tim Howard and Carolyn “Cubby” Berk ditched their sometime backingbands and went on a sullen-songwriter solo tour. Now that they're back, we find out that Howard moves to Philly at the end of this month, while Lovers’s cutie Cubby will defect to Portland, Oregon.
We're going to have to start this as a regular feature, something like Where in the World are Amanda Palmer's Boobs?
Here's the official annoying all-caps cutline, cut-and-pasted straight from Rucker's forwarded-e-mailed mouth: The Dresden Dolls performed live on WKQX (Q101)/CHICAGO’s MANCOW’S MORNING MADHOUSE (l-r) DD’s BRIAN VIGLIONE, AMANDA PALMER, and Q101’s MANCOW MULLER.
Backstreet Boys At Tweeter Center Sunday, August 14, 2005 at 7:30 pm Tickets are $59.50, $39.50 and $26.00 Public on-sale Saturday, June 18, 2005 at 10:00 am (AOL online presale in effect now: buy two reserved seats, get two lawn seats free. Visit aolmusic.com.)
Puffy AmiYumi Somerville Theatre Wednesday, August 24, 2005 at 7:00 pm
Lemon-Red has been working on launching his monthly mix series for a minute; of course, shit got launched while we're on vacation. But if you haven't already, RUN DON'T WALK over there to catch the inaugural mix by DJ/Rupture, the ex-Cantabrigian ex-Toneburst glitch/ragga/mash genius now exiled in Spain. (We've got Spain on the brain, 'cause some dudes from Barcelona are working on some fireworks for next Phoenix issue: prepare to be dazzled.
Many snowstorms ago, we trekked down to TT’s to ease our whiskey-spiked wintry blues with a coupla Kills. One of VV and Hotel’s openers was Blanche, this inauspicious country-fried fivesome fronted by a husband-and-wife duo: a sleek-suited dude who looked like Lyle Lovett’s clear-skinned cousin, along with a porcelian-doll version of Lovett’s fire-engine-redhead ex-wife.
Yes, the LCD Soundsystem/M.I.A. show was as good as billed: destruction at both ends of the bill. (If y'all are nice to Cami, maybe she can dig around and find out if Amy's photos are in yet.) But, uh, the big question on everyone's mind seemed to be: what happened to Diplo? Maya introduced the guy-who-looked-like-Diplo-and-played-dude's-records as their "new addition," pretty sure by name of DJ Contra.
Sage Francis and his band took the stage in "Fuck Clearchannel" t-shirts (yes, it was a CC venue), then horrified the beer sponsors by thanking Budweiser for turning his dad into a child-molesting drunk. Dresden Dolls were headlining, but Amanda Palmer wasn't taking any chances about being the absolute center of attention: yes, that was Amanda streaking in FULL NUDITY across the Avalon stage during Kaiser Chiefs set, leaving FNX music director Paul Driscoll holding her bathrobe, jumping on singer Ricky Wilson, and then rushing into a waiting robe held by her tour manager.
1. Boston major-indie-label-rock fans STAND UP! This is your so-called life calling! We've got the Interpols and Der Killers and stuff! Listen to our radio station! . . . Uh, sorry. Sort of going through Best Music Poll-hype-exhaustion over here. Seriously, though, for those of us who remember what the FNX show looked like a few years ago, this year's edition is a really, really, really, really good thing.
Lords of Dogtown: nice movie, won't disappoint fans of the documentary, only one small qualm. Rise Against doing Black Flag's "Nervous Breakdown"? Sounds plausible, until you see it. So, um, maybe someone shoulda listened to this version: