Katastrophe junkin' at the Salvation Army in Chelsea photo by our girl Kelly
Speaking of girly-man rappers... cut Har Mar in half, soak him in Hedwig's juices, then rinse with an emo-hop flow, and you might get something like San Fran trans-man Katastrophe (a/k/a Rocco Kayiatos). When we were chilling with the West Coast whiteboi and his longtime ladyfriend Michelle Tea last spring, another Tee (this one named Larry) had been all up on Kayiatos’s inch-and-a-half jock.
This is what you get when you let the Noise Board pansies put together a "Heaviest Song Ever" mixtape. It's about 30 tons lighter than even something as trite as the MTV2 Headbangers Ball comps -- Tool? Nice art-rock band, but heavy? The fuck outta here -- and the Funkadelic/Beatles/VU inclusions are like some third-grader's crayon scrawling of Chuck Eddy's Stariway to Hell
It's the kind of story you can only find in Brookline: DIY community arts center teams up with hardcore-punk promoters to try and stave off eviction, raises hundreds of thousands of dollars in a matter of weeks (including contribution from one Red Sox higher-up), only to get OWNED at the last second when the landlord sells out to .
1. Indie-rock as performance art? Last year, the local pick-up "band" Cult of Point Break formed as a sort of repertory group for indie classics. They kicked off by doing Slint's Spiderland, and within a week of their show, Slint got back together. We're pretty sure it was a coincidence and everything, but if Alex Chilton announces something special next month, you'll have these guys to thank.
Newport on smash! Big news is Elvis, Emmylou, and Conor O./Jim James/M. Ward on Folk Sunday.
2005 DUNKIN' DONUTS® NEWPORT FOLK FESTIVAL! SAT/SUN AUG 6-7 LINEUP ANNOUNCED: TICKETS ON SALE THURSDAY, MAY 19 AT 10 AM
Saturday, August 6th Fort Adams State Park [from 11:30 am to 6:30 pm]. Richard Thompson (solo acoustic); Patty Griffin; the Bela Fleck Acoustic Trio featuring Bryan Sutton & Casey Driessen; the Del McCoury Band; Ray Lamontagne; Odetta; the Holmes Brothers; The Kennedys; the Lonesome Sisters; Caitlin Cary & Thad Cockrell; Teddy Thompson; and Sarah Lee Guthrie & Johnny Irion.
Since we neglected to mention it last week, Vol. 2 of Phoenix download column is up right over here: Avenged Sevenfold, mp3 version of the Tsar track we had y'all streaming a couple weeks back, Turbonegro rewind for all our Scandinavian inky-fingered thugs, plus Unseen and rehash of the inaugural Crash and Burn post, 'cause Bill dropped by and reminded us how hot that album is.
Blog shift is up in Steel City this weekend, scouting draft picks and childrens museums. Saturday afternoon, the Overdraught gets Frenchy punk goodness, with local stupor. Or local support. Something like that.
Fuuuuuck, dude. FUUUUUUUCK! (Sorry: when it comes to Mastodon, OTD reverts linguistically to first-period 10th grade smoke-out on the South Lawn, getting thowed on cheeba shotguns, SoCo shots, and mandatory recitations of South of Heaven lyrics.
THE PIXIES AGGANIS ARENA - Boston, MA JUNE 15 8 pm show $37.50 On Sale Sat. May 14 at 10 am Tickets available at Agganis Arena box office, all Ticketmaster outlets, online at ticketmaster.com or by calling ticketmaster at (617) 931-2000.
BONUS PIXIES ALERT: advance orders for the live CDs are on sale here.
Dunno where Camille's post is at -- OTD thinks she's holding a photo of Spitz and Lemon-Red for ransom (n.h., obv.) -- but expect her to post hazy recollections and fuzzy photos from Friday night's Certified Bananas madness sometime soon. The Phoenix doesn't usually roll deep like that unless Sleater-Kinney's in town, but with Weezer luring our new pal Nick Sylvester back up to his old stomping ground for the weekend, it felt like we were getting all Boston After Dark or something up in there.
The Abbey Lounge isn’t really our scene, but a Somervillian undertow must've been in full effect on Saturday, pulling us there to chill with the Schlitz cans, Noise caricatures, and half-nude vixen drawings. The event was “Very Bad Girls: The Art of Jordan Valentine,” an opening art reception of rock-poster illustrations drawn by a wigged-out chorus-girl for the flamboyant Hairspray-style choir Valhalla Kittens
New Phoenix mp3 column, "Download," debuts in print and online today. (Not to be confused with, cough, your humble bloggists.) Surf no more: new music from Sleater-Kinney, Karen O (guesting with Epitaph's Some Girls!), S. Malkmus, Spoon, and Headphones available for right-clickage here.
1. Bullets, schmullets: is the Game a wuss? First, that crude My Little Pony butterfly facial tat, now we hear Jayceon's a dutched-out crybaby. “Amsterdam is like weed heaven,” Taylor reports to High Times after his first visit to Stonersville. “I almost cried when we had to leave-- I was looking out the bus window and waving goodbye like in one of those movies.
1. John Cena SO REAL! Like remember Hov said about his feud with Nas -- it's pro wrestling. So the WWE's all what? What? Somebody's roughin' up our turf? Get us a wrestling rapper! Get us a white wrestling rapper! Get us a white wrestling rapper from Boston! (Eyes rollin' all up in the Escalades, right? So, um, what the hell is white-wrestling-rapper-from-Boston John Cena doing in a Murs video? For serious, did Jamn's Ramiro and Pebbles really co-sign on this? And can anyone confirm that 7L did some of the production work?)