Photos (c) Nicole Tammaro
Sure, last night's shindig was billed surreptitiously as a chance to "meet and greet" the Dropkicks dudes, but c'mon: you knew they were gonna throw down, right? We're talking about a band that sells out five nights straight at St. Patricks Day, some of them two-a-days, then tacks on a couple extra 9 am acoustic shows at Irish pubs for good measure.
Julian finally caves, covers Lou Reed . . . full report and lots more pics below.
READ: Different Strokes: Plus Wolfmother, September 13 at FleetBoston Pavilion. By Will Spitz.
SetlistIze of the WorldThe Way It IsRed LightThe Modern AgeJuiceboxSomedayHeart in a Cage
Let it be known: MySpace is good for lots of things, like advertising clandestine pot-delivery services, getting 14-year-olds to bare cleavage, and allowing long-lost creepy childhood friends to bombard you with Ethiopian bank-fraud scams. But in terms of organizing spontaneous flash-mob-type crowd gatherings -- even when the bait is a set by semi-famous rock and or hip-hop stars -- Rupert Murdoch's flag flies at half mast.
Photos: Byron Smith
The Stooges went and did it. The Dolls too. Hell, even MC5 took a stab at a reunion of sorts. So in a way it’s not all too surprising that, three decades on, another punk progenitor would decide get back into the game for keeps.
The difference this time is that Radio Birdman — four Aussies, one Canadian, and one Detroit expat who worshipped unabashedly at the altar of the three aforementioned bands (and played with members thereof) — had never played the United States before this reunion tour.?xml:namespace>
It was 11:30 and our favorite Norwegian psych-garage-shoegaze maniacs, Serena Maneesh, were, according to the published set times, supposed to be onstage at the Middle East upstairs. But there was no sign of them, and frontman Emil Nikolaisen (who looks like a white Hendrix with his puffy shirts and headscarves) and his bass playing sister Hilma (a cross between Nico and Shawn Bradley) are hard to miss.?xml:namespace>
Not to say we told you so, but we told you so. Doors at 8, Rapture on at 9:30, all-ages, free. When Meth did one of these not too long ago, there was some wristband distribution involved. But there's no mention of anything like that in the bulletin -- which urges people to "get there early" -- so maybe it's just a straight-up first-come, first-served?
Taking Back Sunday and the Receiving End of SirensSeptember 9 at City Hall PlazaAll photos (c) Carina Mastrocola
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OTD caught a ride out to Worcester last night with our old friends Chris Jackson, his lovely wife Kristen Day, and Jimmy Driscoll, two of whom got shout-outs from the stage from their old pals the Bronx. The Bronx dudes, heirs to the Los Angeles punk throne, smashed through a focused 30-minute set that mostly flew right over the heads of metal nation, then were nice enough to share beer, merch, and perch space with us in the Palladium penthouse, which means we missed most of Converge -- from what little we saw they were, uh, typically Convergey, i.
You should all be adding MySpace Secret Shows to your top 8 right about now. Or calling your best friend who works the door. The Rapture play at the Middle East downstairs on Monday, tell all your friends.
In case you haven't been checking the Hype Machine, the new Rapture album has leaked, and it's .
When cabaret punks and faux-Teutonic electro-sleazeballs go on tour in the actual Rhineland, you better believe there's gonna be mayhem. Below: frantic email and morning-after shots sent by hotel staff (and intercepted by OTD's spies) after a night of debauchery by the Dresden Dolls and tourmates Porsches on the Autobahn in Regensberg, Germany: "PILLOW AND BLANKET ARE ON THE FLOOR."
If you haven't been following the leaks from the upcoming Sean Combs record, tonight's preshow pigskin kickoff could very well come as a shock. Remember how the first time you heard "Sexy Back" you were like, "Wait, that's Justin Timberlake?" Nothing like what Diddy's got in store -- weird white-noise anti-beats, James-Brown-type screaming .
You've got the mp3, now here's the video:
Under the moniker Tartar Lamb, TOBY DRIVER, frontman for local avant-metal faves Kayo Dot -- probably the most unsung genius band in town -- performs his "60 Metonymies," the "long-form violin-and-electric-guitar duet" he premiered last summer at John Zorn’s East Village performance space the Stone.
DOWNLOAD: DJ Mark E. Moon, "Kidzmix" (mp3)
In case you missed him spinning at the Children’s Museum a couple of weeks ago, DJ Mark E. Moon — the nom de guerre of a prominent local cartoonist/indie-rocker/party-rocker — has uploaded an ingenious mixtape that brings the anything-goes strategies of 2ManyDJs and Hollertronix to the Kidz Bop crowd.
We swear, they start this holiday shopping shit earlier every year. Starbucks has barely started dropping those pumpkin-spice lattes, and already toymakers are getting their rocker-action-figure lines focused. Just in time for the Halloween rush, it's . . . THREE FACES OF DANZIG and UNPLUGGED KURT:
Danzig Danzig, Samhain Danzig, Misfits Danzig: Getting-punched-in-the-face Danzig sold separately.