Retard Disco-style geek-rap phenomenon JUICEBOXXX brings his spazztastic, totally rad, straight-outta-Milwaukee steez to town tonight, and nobody could be more psyched than our favorite DIY partytime crew BIG DIGITS, who own this shit locally and are "presenting" -- but not performing -- tonight's gig.
In general, we think Mastodon going to the Grammys is pretty hot shit. For sucks, though, is that a conflict in schedule means the Converge/Mastodon show scheduled for Lupo's in Providence on February 11 is cancelled. For sucks, that is, if you live in Providence. If you live in Boston, somewhat better news: Converge have booked a replacement gig at the Cambridge Elks Lodge on February 11 with Doomriders (yes, this means a two-a-day gig for Converge bassist Nate Newton).
NOT PICTURED: Amanda, alternating between "sound, no sound, and something more painful than no sound."
As if this theatrical engagement needed any more drama. Our spies ducked back into the Zero Arrow Theatre this weekend and caught a doozy of a performance by the Dresden Dolls -- one that had some seasoned theatregoers wondering whether the strain of eight performances of The Onion Cellar per week is doing real damage to Amanda Palmer's voice.
How To Play Gay-tar: CLOUDS show off their manly fingerings.
Zozobra's Caleb Scofield: silent but deadly.
Is Cave-In dead? Well . . . maybe. More after the jump, including exclusive new mp3s from guitarist Adam McGrath's new band Clouds and bassist Caleb Scofield's new band Zozobra.
This week Jeff Breeze -- you know him from WMBR's legendary local-music show Pipeline! -- surveys guitarists Brodsky and McGrath, and while neither will say "it's over," they're certainly not making any noises about getting back together anytime soon.
Jesus Christ: Gary Cherone, dude.
That's what we like about you guys: when we suggest a write-in campaign to get Gary Cherone added to the Van Halen roster for the purposes of Rock N Roll Hall of Fame induction, you guys respond. And, when you respond, the Rock N Roll Hall of Fame responds back. Adding insult to injury, the response from the Hall president was: "Gary who?"
Last Saturday night I finally saw a DJ Adilson spin gig, at RISE Club of course. Adilson may well be Boston's most popular DJ, as he holds a residency at Avalon, by far our city's largest house music venue. His fans showed up in force at RISE, packing the floor. Adilson plays a hard, almost electro-house brand of trance, and though he plays more "hits" than I prefer to hear from an important DJ, he plays them very imaginatively.
Well, no shit that the office rock crits have been obsessing over MTV's new I'm From Rolling Stone for months now. I mean, you see how dipshit we get over crap like American Idol. Now that someone was desperate enough to gamble on a reality show about rock criticism -- that yawn you hear is the rest of the world not giving a fuck -- we're totally gonna enjoy it while it lasts.
Google shows its solidarity with the KISS Army.
Somewhere, you can bet Gene Simmons is blood-capsule-spitting mad again this year, as the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and Museum again declined to grant KISS entry onto its rolls. We're hoping for another Army protest. As psyched as we are that Grandmaster Flash made it in with the Furious Five, someone explain to us how R.
Perhaps responding to our plea a week back when we linked to the YouTube vid of James Brown's historic Boston Garden performance recorded on the night Dr. King was murdered, WGBH has launched a "netcast" that examines the concert and the events leading up to the broadcast -- as well as the political wrangling that went on behind the scenes.
Sorry, OTD has been busy playing with our new 80-gig christmas toy and downloading back seasons of The Wire. Music is playing second fiddle to Avon Barksdale's crew for a minute. We even forgot to vote in Pazz and Jop. Damn. Good thing Cami's down there making sure we don't get kicked off the rolls. Right, sugar?
1. Robbie Roadsteamer played Nintendo and bitched about how everyone feels like they have to move to New York to make it
Well, shit, if J and Lou could bury the hatchet for a Dino Jr reunion, you knew it was only a matter of time for the "classic" Sebadoh lineup. And with their magnum opus III getting the reish treatment, no better time than the present. (Personally, we're a little more partial to Bakesale, and "Skull" had damn well better be on the set list, motherfuckers.
Meow. Sex kitten/art star/children's-book author Cynthia Von Buhler strikes again with a video for the song she recorded to accompany her latest kiddie tome, The Cat Who Wouldn't Come Inside. As previously reported, "Come Inside Kitty" was recorded with ex-hubby Adam Buhler and, on the scrotum-grabbing lead vox, Upper Crustie Chris Cote.