Vanna at Vans Warped Tour 2009 | Comcast Center | Photo by Bryan Mastergeorge
If punk fans leap at any excuse to be pissed off, then the Boston stop on the 15th annual Warped Tour was a total godsend. The multitudes of Warpedgoers converging on the Comcast Center last Tuesday start the morning off by sitting in two-hour traffic jams on 495, only to spend the rest of the day wading through muddy lawns and getting their mascara hosed off by torrential downpours -- and they've each paid $35 for the privilege.
Still, while the rain was relentless, so were the fans; they weren't sitting this sold-out show out, no matter how bitchy Mother Nature got. The tangle of soaking-wet black-and-neon-clad teens, tweens, and twenty-somethings (trailed by the occasional hoodie-and-goodie-bag-carrying pack-mule/chaperone) spent the next eight hours anxiously shoving their way through the herd to catch a glimpse of their favorite bands on this 70-act tour.
1 – Performances by Velvet Stylus, Shaymin, Lisa Bello, Mr. Harvey, Lyrical, and a dozen DJs (Act One, Ant G, Cruz, Daz-One, Doc Love, Ill Neil, Killer DJ, Koo Koo, Lefty, Nestle Quik, Shame and Vance). 2 – Very special sets by Grandmixer DXT and Grand Master D. If you don’t know, then it’s time to do some homework
If you’ve been to any Boston rap show in the past two years, then you’ve likely seen a spectacled kid named Matteo Getz working the room like a Copacabana cigarette girl circa 1955. He’s one of local hip-hop’s most persistent mixtape slingers, but, as it turns out - at least judging by his work on JDO’s new full-length Talent - his behind-the-boards game is comparably tight.
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Green Day photo by Carina Mastrocola; more photos here.
GREEN DAYTD Garden, Boston, MAMonday, July 20, 2009
Ok, let's get it out of the way first. If you are the kind of person who believes in any sort of punk orthodoxy, tonight's Green Day concert would send you reeling back to your Weezer memories -- and to be honest, seeing this band in 2009 almost filled me with nostalgia for a younger time in my life when pondering why Green Day wasn't punk was a more pressing concern than, you know, global warming, the end of the music industry, the end of industry, period, and the impending 2012 Mayan calendar debacle, etc etc.
VIDEO: Talib Kweli live at Rock the Bells
About three songs into the epic final set of this year's Rock the Bells - a dream-like materialization of the fanatically anticipated Nas and Damian Marley collabo project - the hot dog that I buried as a late-afternoon drinking base began to sneak up my esophagus. I made it from my seat to the exit aisle, where I projected a chunky wet stream of stomach ooze. Imagine Lardass from Stand by Me; a few ushers in my way even caught some of the shrapnel shooting through my fingers.
How did it come to this? I suppose my spiral redirected downwards around the time an acquaintance passed me a Percocet during Necro (I had a headache, and, at the time, was unaware that they sell Tylenol in the rest room). I was cool before that; watching K'Naan inside, and Eyedea - who looks a lot like Jason Schwartzman these days - on the outside Paid Dues stage, I had the ideal chemical crossfire charging my system. Even during Psycho Realm's pounding set - and through most of Necro (who rocked despite having laryngitis) - I felt well enough to nod my head. But after that I faded.
Colonial Drones album cover.
Ever fond of a cryptic literary reference, HALLELUJAH THE HILLS have revealed very little about their new album cycle, except to drop a little Joyce: "If you want to be Phoenixed, come and be parked." Frankly, we think they're just fishing for a feature.
Everyone who is familiar with Magnolia Electric Co. can agree on one thing - the band is DEEP. So their set on Friday at the Middle East Downstairs was surprisingly refreshing in that it was more of a dance party, complete with drunk Russian girls screaming, "Ya! Ya!" at the stage, and less of a philosophy lesson.
Ascendant Philadelphian Kurt Vile brought his band, the Violators, to town this past weekend as part of Dan Shea's massive Homegrown Psych Fest at Church. Our own K. Bonami shot some footage, and, as you can see, it was pretty awesome. After watching, you can head over to the Matablog, read about Vile's new album, and download a new track.
Remember when Bradford Cox had that freakout after someone found the rough sketches of the next Atlas Sound album on an unguarded Mediafire account? He threatened to cancel the project - and he maintains now that he was serious. But not only has Cox come out of the drama without his image taking a hit - any hit at all, really; other meltdown-prone artists should be so lucky - he also pressed on with the album, bolstered now by the teachings of Animal Collective's Noah Lennox (a/k/a Panda Bear).
Pro-shoot video from Montreal Jazz Fest earlier this month has surfaced on YouTube. Via Facebook, Eli confirms this one's called "Name Callin" and will be on his Virgin debut later this year. This pretty much lives up to what Eli was telling us a few months ago: mainly, that's he's been listening to "a lot more late '60s/early '70s Chicago soul, Tyrone Davis, Syl Johnson kind of stuff."
We went to the House of Blues the other night expecting to see another boring Jack White blues band. Then DEAD WEATHER came out and melted our faces.
Things we learned:
1. You probably already knew this, but Jack's a better drummer than Meg
2. Alison Mossheart is even more intense when that guy from the Kills isn't around