Now that we’re lodged into the whole noisy, fuzzed-out, nervous frontman college-rock revival, in which reverb-heavy bands are surfing the detached-cool waves of Pavement and Dinosaur Jr., how long before we re-embrace the gritty sonic assault of full-blown grunge? GREY VALLEY GHOST might be one step ahead in their worn-out Doc Martens — the first single from the Georgia-born/Boston-based alternative rock trio screams with a hellacious fury last heard sometime around 1994.
One of my favorite moments of this year's SXSW happened damn near out of nowhere. I was walking back to Phoenix HQ (a fancy hotel room at the Radisson) with Carl Lavin of Great Scott and a few other flash cats whose identities I now forget, and for some reason I voiced an uncontrolable desire to catch a SURFER BLOOD show.
A few weeks ago Phoenix writer P. Nick Curran ventured to Starlab in Somerville to hang with electro/hip-hop party duo BIG DIGITS, the good-time subject of this week's Cellars By Starlight.
Mac and TD kidnapped our boy and took him back to their nearby practice space, proceeding to bust out an intimate "acoustic" performance, rapping with ease over computer beats blaring out of laptop speakers.
By now you've read a gazillion blog reports of JACK WHITE'S odd-as-fuck collabo with INSANE CLOWN POSSE (and uh, Mozart). Thanks Internet, you really came together like bare-chested bros in the backyard Brighton BBQ on that one.
We're already over it... so much so that we've moved on to two things: the inevitable Put That Shit On The List post complaining about every media outlet jumping on this shit like Kid Brady's penis, and this, our most favorite Tumblr of at least the past 24 hours, Insane Clown Partnerships
A few weeks ago I received the best damn music news I've heard since finding out that Bob Dylan's grandson got signed to Young Money (real talk). I don't care much about the business side of boom bap anymore, but this bombshell was loud enough to divert my attention from everything I hate about contemporary hip-hop.
While the rest of New England spent the weekend bracing for that wet, windy, bitch named Irene, WFNX Program Director PAUL DRISCOLL set off for Old England to take in this year's Reading Festival. It won't be long before PD is back in the states, armed with stories about partying too hard backstage with the Joy Formidable or Viva Brother or whoever, but we seemed to already find the weekend's highlight, courtesy of YouTube and those reformed and revitalized Britpop veterans from Sheffield.
The revolutionary Los Angeles-based black-metal collective BLACK TWILIGHT CIRCLE -- home to Volahn, Arizmenda, Axeman, Kuxan Suum, Dolorvotre, and many others on their Crepusculo Negro label -- has given its first official interview to Boston Phoenix writer Ian Duncan-Brown, for the Phoenix's first-ever METAL ISSUE on stands now.
This week for our Metal Issue, BORN OF FIRE and the Boston Phoenix
raised their swords together and compiled this killer 15-track
homegrown metal compilation, The Phoenix Born of Fire Volume 1, which
you can listen to or download after the jump for zero dollars and zero cents. Plus: info on our issue-release party and end of summer BBQ at O'Brien's.
Lights is at the Middle East downstairs on October 18
Re-Scheduled Show Alert
Switchblade Suicide | October 26 at the House of Blues, Boston [postponed from August 6] | $25 [all previous tix honored] | On
sale @ livenation.com
Keep Shelly in
Athens | November 17 at the Brighton
Music Hall, Allston | $12
| On sale @ ticketmaster.
For Cambridge’s 11-year-old All Asia Café, the afterlife will feel a bit like VALHALLA.
Back in December, MIT unveiled a five-story University Park expansion project that would swallow up All Asia Café and other businesses in the building strip and replace it with a $100 million research center. After that news broke, All Asia owner MARC SHULMAN vowed to re-open the restaurant and live music venue he owns and operates with his wife Patty Chen somewhere within Central Square.
Last week we noted the arrival of a new rock club in Somerville called RADIO. This 200-person capacity venue at 379 Somerville Ave., in the space formerly called Club Choices, will join a fairly crowded live music scene in Union Square, lining up nearly across the street from P.A’s Lounge and Sally O’Brien’s and just a short walk from Precinct and Starlab.
Felt that earthquake, or did you think the pimply-faced intern sitting across from you was blasting his shitty-ass dubstep mix again?
Yes ladies and germs, Boston just shook like it hasn't shook since the old Garden was still standing, and to celebrate -- in addition to Phoenix offices being evacuated for 15 minutes -- we're revisiting EARTHQUAKE PARTY, the fuzzy/scuzzy Allston garage rock trio that was our Massachusetts pick in July's 50 Bands 50 States feature
going to lie, I was expecting IDENTITY FESTIVAL to be a wankfest of the
utmost proportion. And for all intents and purposes, it was, with neon
and brostep ruing the day. But considering the worst that could've
happened when you unleash a cavalcade of geeked-up 20-somethings
onto an amphitheater housing three stages of aggressive electronic music
and a clearly overwhelmed security staff? At least my mother wasn't
calling me on Sunday to ask if the festival I spent my Saturday at was the
one on the news at Great Woods where all the kids overdosed on Twisted
Teas and rave pills.
By now, last week's Top 100 Britpop Anthems of the '90s list has hit a certain point of saturation -- there's the reader's vote (which oddly placed Blur's "Popscene" in the top spot all weekend), there's the massive Spotify playlist, there was the afterparty Friday night at the pill, there was the five-hour marathon show on WFNX on Thursday (hour-by-hour podcasts coming soon!), and there was endless discussion of our selections and rankings across Facebook, Twitter, message boards, and blogs.