We were way late to the Paramore bandwagon, and only picked up on them a few weeks before Riot! hit stores this year, but for shit's sake, you knew we were gonna love this band: shamelessly pop, adorable teenage girl singer, and a hit song that bounds onto Top 40 radio despite being a) complicated, b) sung by a girl in a rock band who's not Avril Lavigne, and c) a song that casually smashes to smithereens a host of stereotypes about what nice girls are supposed to sing about.
The Rat's Last Stand: November 15, 1997
Any good scenester can tell you that November 15, 1997 was the date of the final gig ever played at Boston's legendary, notorious punk club, the Rat. The final band onstage was, appropriately enough, Gang Green, who probably drank (and sold!) more beers at that joint than anyone.
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Yes, it's a bad day to be a 'droid in Boston. But while the BPD sweeps up after a Mooninite invasion, our favorite home-grown robot-rock outfit are gearing up for a takeover.
All photos (c) Byron Smith
Speaking of how Fueled By Ramen rules the universe, the kids were dying to let us let them shoot Cute Is What We Aim For, who we'll all be talking about in a few months as the next Panic! at the Disco. But we're getting ahead of ourselves. First, they had to play the obligatory packed-solid, buzzed-to-death church show up in Allston, just so all our fave scenesters could say they Saw Them Way Back When.
The recently reunited Smoking Popes absolutely, uh, smoked last night downstairs at the Middle East at their first show in town in “like eight years,” according to frontman Josh Caterer. As one of the best and most under-appreciated power pop bands of the ’90s, Caterer, his brothers — guitarist Eli and bassist Matt — and drummer Mike Felumlee deftly married big power chords and big hooks with Josh’s distinctive Kermit-the-Frog-meets-Morrissey croon.
"I'm not that good at pictures," protested lil' man Alex Whalen-Brownright before our cameraman took this photo. Photos by Matt Teuten.
We’ve seen the three-man musical-amoeba that is Devil Music headline the Milky Way as an electric-violin-led rock trio. We’ve seem ‘em perform contemporary-classical works with a 20-piece orchestra at the sold-out Mills Gallery -- and one of those works was a balding dude mouth-farting for like ten minutes, seriously.
Look, before you start, you're preaching to the choir, OK? Dudes come up from Rhode Island talking "punk rock band with a violinist," we're not just gonna yellowcard the fuckers, we're gonna red-card 'em and they're out for the rest of the game. We hear you, brah. But give us a second on this here band VERBANA DARVELL (yep, not only are they punks-with-violin, they've also got a name that sounds like a cheap hooker trying to make it in a Broadway chorus line).