HOMEGROWN 4: BOSTON HASSLE FEST, Boston’s biggest annual underground music festival, rears its head November 2 and 3 at the Cambridge Elks Lodge in Central Square. For this week’s playlist, we enlisted organizer DAN SHEA of Boston Hassle to select five homegrown tracks and fill us in on some out-of-town guests: “This festival brings many strange and beautiful music makers to your town: odd San Diego/NYC funk pop maestro GARY WILSON, Sub Pop's sludge punk maniacs PISSED JEANS, and electronic sound explorer DRIPHOUSE are just some of the exciting sounds from all over the Northeast and the rest of the U.
In recent years THE HUSH NOW -- Boston’s finest purveyors of Halloween greetings spawned from the depths of their spooky lounge of rock -- have done everything from fleeing from the charm of Mephistopheles to dancing with the midnight ghosts of Dudley town. While they're in the studio prepping a new record, the follow-up to last year's Memos, the Hush Now kick off our Playlist of Evil with “The Flapper,” a stylish spin around a depraved soul’s dark carnival of desire.
DEEP HEAVEN NOW, our city’s resurrected bi-annual, two-day, two-stage ambient/whatever-gaze music festival, returns this weekend to Union Square in Somerville, its sixth installment taking over the Friday and Saturday slates at Precinct and P.A.’s Lounge in another sonic spin of noisy goodness.
The myriad sounds of Boston’s pop underbelly go on full-frontal display as power-pop veterans THE ORGAN BEATS tease new record GOLDENHEART -- which officially drops on October 30, but gets the proper release party treatment on November 1 at T.T. The Bear's Place -- with cruising firefly single “Living Without You.
Guitars are vengeful creatures. Last week’s mix was heavy on electronics, but this one is all about guitar-rock fury, kicking off with a slow-burner from reignited power duo ENDATION. The duo of Anthony "Ants" Conley (Faux Ox) and Matt Graber (Sarah RabDAU & the Self-Employed Assassins, Mascara) were making music together in ChoExperiment in the early 2000s when Endation launched as an occasional side project.
Back from their West Coast tour, Cambridge dream-pop trio NIGHT FRUIT are back in action with “Human Touch,” an icy, detached shimmer of a single that’s the first taste off their upcoming 2013 full-length, which our fair city will get a preview of during their coming show Saturday night at O'Brien's in Allston on a bill with Battle House, 3d Cosby, and Vending Machetes.
Weekly Playlist kicks off with the premiere of ANIMAL TALK’S brand spankin' new single, “Mama Was A Teenage Rocker,” a smooth rock jam that coats an electronic gloss over some tasty ‘70s grooves. Speaking of teenage rockers, Allston’s THE SYMPTOMS may have just graduated high school in June, but “Don’t Leave” is an experimental pop slider aged well beyond their collective years, and the young risers' record release party is set for Wednesday, September 26 at T.
One of Boston’s finest party starters is taking on the role of closer next week as we wrap up our Electric Summer music series at the W Hotel’s Descent nightclub, a four-night run that found us tearing it up downtown with M|O|D, JASS, and Into The Alpha.
To get us all worked up proper for their live performance September 20, Somerville electro-funk boom-makers SPF 5000 have created an exclusive 40-minute mixtape just for the party, linking up a batch of their own remixed and reloaded dance tracks — from the throbbing sizzle of “White Hot Fantasy” to house banger “Doorknockers” to theie rousing cover of Prince's "Erotic City" — as well as their own bootleg of Jogyo’s “Thundacat,” which will soon get released on Dither Down Records.
Although basement rock is more often than not characterized by reckless powerchords, there are times when attention to detail goes a long way. Allston’s latest duo, TRACH, take this to heart, especially in the tight construction of “Heavy Arms.” Sure, there is plenty of ferociousness in some of the guitar parts, but the contrast of rash and composed gives a different level of sophistication to the song as a whole.
August 30 might as well be New Year’s Eve in Boston. Come Labor Day weekend, roughly a quarter million students will infest our fine city, clogging T stations and sidestreets with dumbfounded looks and bad fashion. In preparation, we’re going underground. The W Hotel’s Electric Summer Music Series keeps the subterranean beat alive at Descent (100 Stuart St) for party collective JASS’s one year anniversary, featuring headlining sets from Providence’s THE RANGE and Los Angeles’ Gossamer and Moiety (the Melt), while the label and club night’s resident crew of Time Wharp, T-Dredz, Fens, and Taye Digg$ keep the downtown venue’s elongated dance floor packed and your cocktail glass emptied.
Living driving distance from Western Mass totally rules: during a quick trip on any given day, there’s likely to be a rad local punk, garage, or experimental show happening at the Flywheel Arts Collective in Easthampton. On the other side of town, you can visit Northampton label Feeding Tube Records’ physical shop, full of underground releases and rare vinyl.
The summer days are dwindling down faster than Red Sox playoff hopes, but there’s still time for one last sonic road trip out of the suffocating city. THE FIELD EFFECT want to take us on that trip to the seaside towns up north via “Ogunquit, ME,” a hard-charging college-radio guitar-pop joyride that’s light on the workday sludge and heavy on the top-down daydream polish.
Most business is conducted via the internet these days, but rock bands are still forming the old fashioned way: by responding to DIY flyers posted on bulletin boards at practice spaces, hip neighborhoods, and colleges. Early last year, Greg Alexandropoulos plastered a notice throughout the halls of the music department of UMass-Lowell looking to start an alt-rock band with electronic leanings, and shortly thereafter WESTERN EDUCATION was born.
ABADABAD seem to be one of Allston’s best-kept summer-pop secrets. Their most recent single, “Indiana,” starts with a meandering jangle-pop guitar riff before the distinct vocals kick in, twisting and twanging and serving as a reminder that these dudes used to be in an ultra-poppy basement-show rock band called Rodeo Church.
Ever since the Whalers left Hartford 15 years go, Connecticut has served as little more than a paved-highway buffer zone that one is required to traverse when visiting New York City by car or bus. From first passing the Ruby Road exit on I-84 to that shit-clogged stretch of I-95 that slowly belches automobiles out of the Constitution State, the trip through Connecticut is a bizarre experience.