Bury Your Dead are our favorite Boston-via-N'hampshire hardcore band ever. Last time we heard from them, dudes on message boards were implicating BYD in Sharon Osbourne's infamous plot to egg the dudes in Iron Maiden. The band vehemently denied it to MTVNews, but c'mon: for a hardcore band, laying some yolk on Bruce Dickinson's chin has got to be the highlight of your professional existence.
You know us: we sweat E6. Long-time Elephant 6er Bryan Poole, who plays guitar in Of Montreal and bass in Elf Power, and his quirky, über-catchy LATE B.P. HELIUM open for Bloomington's the IMPOSSIBLE SHAPES at Great Scott | 1222 Comm Ave, Allston | 617.734.4502.
DOWNLOAD: The Late BP Helium, "They Broke the Speed of Light and Sound" (via You Ain't No Picasso)
If you've noticed a slowdown in OTD's blog-surfing posts, it might have something to do with our discovery of Chinese bootleg internet TV portals that allow us to watch the World Cup on ESPN without leaving our desks. Sorry. Nonetheless, the summer plows forward. Since people are already laying odds on what's destined to be this year's official summer jam, we figured we'd better get back in the game.
Oddly enough, not a photo of David Day.
PERCEE P is in town tonight. 'Nuff said. Where's Edan?
Also, that dude Tadd Mullinix -- you Prefuse 73-sweating intellectual rap-producer fans know him as Dabrye -- is getting ready to smoke that thing, and whatever's in it, up at Great Scott tonight all Ghostly like.
Our friend Sean emailed in the other day marvelling that he's still unable to comprehend how My Lady Peace's biggest hit is the Kelly Clarkson song. Same goes, in our book, for how the biggest Marvelous 3 hits are Avril Lavigne songs. Butch Walker has yet to make a solo album that's as good as the stuff he's done for other people, although his skits are much funnier.
Bobby Sullivan, a/k/a Sullee, a/k/a Young Heff, a/k/a Hingham’s great white hip-hop hope, is going places.
Like, literally going places. He left on Wednesday to head to the South Bronx, birthplace of the scratch, home to the Cold Crush Brothers and Kool Herc. He's gonna spend at least 10 weeks there, taking part in VH-1’s new reality TV contest, The White Rapper Show
In the fishwrap this week, James Parker resurrects the legacy of Only Living Witness, the band that Shadows Fall, Converge, and Killswitch Engage credit with having sparked Massachusetts' now-burgeoning metalcore economy. Century Media is now reissuing the OLW back catalogue, Shadows Fall big-up the band with a cover on their new Fallout from the War, and OLW singer Jonah J.
West side, west side?: Alex M on blast.
Holy shit. Just when I thought I couldn’t stand the Laguna Beach withdrawal any longer -- aside: why the fug hasn’t MTV done a marathon yet this summer? Don’t get me wrong, The Hills makes me dangerously happy, but I’m still dying for a good look at the new senior gang and some juicy draaaaama over here! -- OTD got wind of the fact that Alex M.
So there: now that we got the new Justin Timberlake song posted and Mass metal stars big-upped, OTD is off to Madonna, because we haven't seen our girl in about five years. You know with all the disco balls and children's books and whatnot, we kind of lost track of whether or not she's still got anything to do with Maverick.
DOWNLOAD: All That Remains, "This Calling" (mp3)
As usual, you won’t be able to throw an elbow at Ozzfest next month without smacking a New England metal/hardcore band. This year’s breakout act should be mainstage tech-thrash furies Unearth, whose III: In the Eyes of Fire (Metal Blade) drops smack in the middle of the tour.
It dropped. It's fire. Our elevator pitch? It's Justin's "Slave 4 U" -- and not just because of the line "You see these shackles baby, I'm the slave." Also the asymmetrical beat and chopped techno synths. Pure filth. These people might know something about it. Everyone thank Benzi by buying the new Summer Madness mixtape.
So they had what the bizzers call a walkthrough down at the Garden for the "Confessions" extravaganza, and it was totally awesome, and by totally awesome we mean that it was everything you'd expect: over-caffeinated Madonna employee shouting at OTD to put away his camera phone, big burly friendly Live Nation dude posing for the nightly-news cams, lots of jaded roadies wishing us press fags would get out of the way so they can do their jobs.
In this, the third or fourth act of Evan Dando's career, depending on who's counting, it's all about getting back to his roots. After years of consignment to an adult-alternative crowd that grew listening to It's A Shame About Ray in their Allston/Back Bay dorms, and then a period of inactivity spent mentoring little boys and generally being what is euphemistically referred to in these parts as a "fuckup," Dando has been setting the stage for a return by -- ahem -- going native, which in this case means going hardcore.
A week from today, Fenway Park will host its second annual "Hot Stove, Cool Music: The Fenway Sessions" concert, an event that couldn't have happened without Peter Gammons. A few years ago Gammons, now 61, became a crucial link between Boston rockers and the Red Sox, and his friendships on both sides of the rock and jock aisle led to a series of benefit shows at the Paradise, which then blossomed into full-scale Fenway production.
As the kids were filing out of the Panic! at the Disco show on Sunday night, the semis were moving in to begin installing the rigs for the Dave Matthews/Sheryl Crow shindig at Fenway Park this coming weekend. Dear God: please don't make them soundcheck. Love, OTD Who Works in the Fenway with the Windows Open.