The last time we saw Magic People, their looming towers of keys, synths, and theramin combined with distopian dance-beats and fiery warnings screamed directly from a post-apocalyptic pulpit brought us to the verge of total spasmatic sci-fi breakdown. Since then, they've added a flautist, toured the West Coast, and managed a Friday the 13th recording session (with Kevin Micka at Small Church) that spawned their debut album, Keen Whips I'd Wear As Rubies
Pics here from last Friday, when the Foundation Movement threw a release party at the Western Front for their new album Greatest Hits (check it for guest spots by Edo. G and Stic.man from Dead Prez). The Foundation Movement dudes are the only Boston rap group that can claim to have just got back from a world tour -- recent passport stamps include Israel, Cuba, Palestine, and South Africa -- and they spoke on revolutionaries who fought for freedom all over the world, from the Black Panthers to the struggle for Puerto Rican independence.
In most cities, when you mention the words "battle of the bands," musicians give you a look like you just backhanded their mother in public. Not in Boston, where the Emergenza Festival is spreading like a tumor, and where for the past 25 years and counting, "important" and "popular" bands from Mission of Burma to the Dresden Dolls have been dog-and-pony-showing in the Rock N Roll Rumble, an odd local tradition that's spawned its own lore and even its own curse
Lawrence has never been known as a hip-hop hotbed, but TERMANOLOGY stands poised to put the city on smash. In recent months, the 23-year-old Puerto Rican wordsmith has garnered attention from the likes of MTV, Allhiphiphop.com, and The Source, and for good reason: hot off his award-nominated Hood Politics mixtape, he's dropping a new collaboration with producer DC, Out the Gate (St.
Couple of quick pics of Southie rhymeslayer Slaine (top, and below with WILD 97.7's Mr. Peter Parker) from last night's jumpoff; snaps courtesy of our dude Matthew Burke, whose full report is coming soon in the fishwrap and sooner online. La Coka Nostra stand up!
PREVIOUSLY: The Phoenix interviews Slaine.
Following up last week's story, the Mass. Industry Committee (M.I.C.) announced the nominations in several categories for the first annual M.I.C. Hip-Hop Awards this past Saturday at the Dres (of Blacksheep) show at the Middle East. The nominations were compiled based on the responses to over 150 delegate letters that had been sent out to media and people of knowledge in the state.
1. A belated welcome to the new-look OTD. In case we didn't mention it before, that sweet logo is by Jef Czekaj, with whom any regular reader of this blog is already familiar via his numerous musical endeavors, most of which he chooses to pursue under one pseudonymn or another. Besides all that he's an awesome cartoonist. Even Dustin Hoffman thinks so, or so we've been told.
So. This thing showed up the other day. We are not ready to review it or anything. But it's worth noting that the Dolls did two sorta odd things: they made a "rock" record -- which is not easy to do without guitars of any kind -- and they also stuck to the piano/drums format. In other words, if you were expecting an album filled out with other instruments, you aren't getting it.
Photos by Eric Antoniou.
(today's guest OTD post is from Matt Squadcar)
First the Ameriquest Mortage signage flanking the striking curtain mural that
hung in front of the stage came down. Then, after a few random guitar chords
echoed through the Garden, the scrim disappeared, as the big screen behind them
let off a blinding flash, the Stones were back in town on the second leg of
their “Bigger Bang” tour.
It won't be official for another week or so, but sources tell OTD that after a whirlwind bidding war, Boston's Aberdeen City will sign to Columbia Records. In another local connection, their A&R rep is Maureen Kelly, a Boston University grad who while at Universal Records signed the Scissor Sisters.
We didn’t stick around long enough to see whether U2 played, but we did catch a good chunk of the “Steve Morse Review” at the Paradise Monday night. In case you missed it, this was a chance for the “local music scene” to thank the exited senior Globe pop music critic for holding down the most tit job in town for 30 years.
Its an insidious combination: freak-out dance-rockers from the future who've traveled back in time to release a barrage of strident guitar riffs and reverbed vox over throbbing synthscapes, dancebeat breakdowns, and maniacal moogs galore. Think GVSB meets Prince, cryogenically frozen, thawed, and thwarted.