Here’s a fun little prediction for 2k11: In next year’s 50 Bands in 50 States feature, my early money is on Dover’s MMOSS to take home the New Hampshire slot for best new band. Sure, they’ll be a few years old by then, but they’ll still be on the up-and-up and we’ll likely still be listening to sweet flute-rock psych jams like “Hedgecreeper” and “Woolgathering.
Monday morning -- errr, afternoon -- means one thing: a visual and wicked linked-up recap of last night's New England Product show on WFNX 101.7 FM. Dave Duncan knows the local rock like Ilya Kovalchuk knows riches. Here's his playlist (Dirty Dishes photo by Liz Klehm):
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Guided by Voices fans, commence your Pollard-style high kicking now: that "classic" GBV lineup reunion show we told you about a few weeks ago? It's now turned into a full-blown tour, per an announcement on Robert Pollard's site, thus sparing us a dangerous beer surplus at venues across America. Blitzen Trapper opens the Boston date, November 5th at the Paradise.
The phone at Twisted Village rang again a little after one o’clock last Thursday afternoon.
Letting several rings go by, owner Wayne Rogers reluctantly picked up, already knowing the question poised on the other end.
“Yes, it’s true,” Rogers said gently. “July 25.”
Sunday will be Twisted Village’s final day of business, capping a 14-year run that would see the subterranean Harvard Square record shop sell countless vinyl discs, host too-many-to-count in-store appearances — Wizz Jones, Richard Bishop, and Thurston Moore among Rogers’s most memorable — and establish itself as one of the most respected music havens in the country.
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Make It New has been off the chain lately, with international guest DJs Michael Mayer, Dan Bell, and Efdemin beat-bombing the sleek weekly techno party. But summer is all about the residents, and this week, DJ Volvox and her dark blend of tech house lead the charge with familiar faces Alan Manzi and DJezus.
Monday’s crowd at the Middle East learned that the rights to judo chops and karate kicks are reserved only to those on stage. For Yoni Wolf, the curly-mohawked poet of a front man for WHY?, his moves galvanized the crowd. For the shirtless fan who tried to incite a kung fu mosh pit, he could only galvanize the bouncer.
From Warsaw (Joy Division) to Rocket Baby Dolls (Muse), a change of band name can often pave the way for future success. So when the YEAR MILLION dumped the Spectator tag a few months back in favor of the H.G. Wells–inspired moniker, what followed was a slew of new progressive-rock compositions and a wave of new-band optimism.
Electro-indie alt band Wolf Parade don't tour all that often. So, I was a little surprised to see that they had booked a gig at the House of Blues this past Monday; I wasn't sure the relatively low-profile canuks' fan base could fill the venue. I needn't have worried. Though the show was mostly designated to the ground floor, (one or two lone guys were milling around up on the balcony, and they might have been HoB employees) there were more than enough jazzed up fans pressing towards the stage to match the wired energy that band was dispensing.
This just in: the original lineup of '90s Boston indie rock luminaries Come -- Thalia Zedek, Chris Brokaw, Arthur Johnson and Sean O'Brien -- will re-form for a one-off at T.T. The Bear's in Cambridge on Sept. 26. Tickets go on sale Saturday at 9 a.m. through TicketWeb.
Come will then perform later in the week at the Matador Records 21st anniversary party in Las Vegas.
Big night in Central Square last evening. Let's go straight to the video.
MOUNTAIN MAN, a trio of three young women who met at Bennington and were recently named our pick for best new band from Vermont, were up first. Mountain Man have two different modes: when they're accompanied by guitar, they're tapped into a vein of spooky Americana that can be haunting, beautiful, and transfixing.
Follow my logic for a
second: Spain defeated the Netherlands on Sunday 1-0 to win their first
World Cup. Kind of a big deal. Delorean, a live electronic band that
hails from Barcelona, played a sold-out show Monday night at Great
Scott. As someone whose summer has primarily consisted of early morning
soccer matches followed by pool side chilling soundtracked by the
Baleric offerings of Delorean and the like, the prospect of drawing
comparisons between the two for this review made me absolutely giddy.
Depending on your opinion of New York's post-punk revival of the early 2000s, Elefant's 2003 debut album Sunlight Makes Me Paranoid is either a second-wave Bowie-drunk Strokes rip-off or one of the more solid rock releases in a time of not very many solid rock releases. Though the band's sparkle would quickly fade -- 2006 follow-up The Black Magic Show was a total dud -- there is enough charm the first album ("Misfit," "Bokkie") to look back relatively fondly on Elefant with a bit of revisionist critique.
But that didn't stop Miss Arulpragasam from hitting
Letterman last night, talking nine Tatooine-hipster clones and Suicide's Martin Rev -- but no gingers -- to the Late Show to sing/yell her latest single "Born Free."