[Editor's Note: This interview originally appeared in our sister publication, Boston @ Nite, in advance of Marina's sold-out show this past Saturday at the House of Blues.]
Indie darling. Tween heartthrob. Advocate for real beauty.
Underground social satirist. Major-label superstar. Take Cyndi Lauper and give
her sex appeal.
Cute Without the 'E' (Cut From the Team)
The 2000's was sort of a shitty decade for... most things. Think
about all the things in the aughts that used to be things that are no longer things but at the time we
totally thought were Things. TRL. Jennifer Aniston and Brad Pitt. Trucker hats. On that note, Ashton Kutcher.
thing that happens when you're an artist and you have one massive, ridiculously
popular hit single that's completely unrepresentative of the rest of your
catalog blow up the interwebz, is that every every other BU coed not busy getting randy on Smirnoff Ice somewhere comes to your very sold-out show. I'm
not saying that's a bad thing, I'm just saying it's a thing that happens.
A gentle moment from a show the BPD says should've been gentler - Flogging Molly at the HoB, 2.21.12
On the heels of a predictably rambunctious FLOGGING MOLLY show I’m
kind of bummed I didn’t attend last month, a BPD inspector who’s clearly never
been to a punk show in his or her life cited the House of Blues for neglecting
to break up the mosh pit, according to today’s
"This day and age, you better be able to put on a great live
show because it's really one of the ways you're going to make a name
for yourself." CLICK FOR MORE PHOTOS.
Last Friday at the House of Blues, Fitz & the Tantrums brought their soul-inflected indie pop to Boston. Right before the band's encore performance of their hit
"Moneygrabber," singer/songwriter Michael
told the audience that the band likes to get down
and party -- literally.
Sound Tribe Sector 9
appeared this past Thursday at the House of Blues. With them came an
ever-growing following of individuals with a shared taste in tantalizing guitar
riffs, groovy baselines and a dynamic percussion section. What brewed was a fair
amount of anticipation as the crowd poured into the 3-level venue to the sounds
of the funky hip-hop/electro mashups of the opening act, The Polish Ambassador, who sported a neon
blue and yellow jumpsuit and a pair of thick, plastic orange glasses, resembling
a Derek Zoolander spin-off.
pleasures are a pain in my ass. Not necessarily my adoration for said
pleasures. They wouldn't be labeled such if I didn't love them. Rather,
it's explaining the rationale behind my asinine passions. I probably
care too much about American Idol, drench 90 percent of all food I
consume in hot sauce, and listen to far too much house and techno to be
considered legally sane.
I dropped Ecstasy exactly one time. I was 17, in a crab grass-ridden field behind an elementary school, and I believed that I had somehow trapped the universe in the carton of orange juice
we were passing around. When the OJ ran out, then, I decided the world would
soon follow, and spent the rest of god-awful trip crying pitifully.
I can has clam? You bet.
The 2011 WFNX Clambake is now roughly 48 hours away, and the party on Lansdowne Street and the House of Blues could double up as a Bruins Stanley Cup bash as we await the black and gold's return from Vancouver (Also: parade on Friday?). Either way, both the afternoon outdoor stage and the late-night HOB stage should be off the chain, and to help you plan your Clambake properly, we jacked the set times for Thursday's party.
When DOM hit the WFNX Clambake a fortnight from tomorrow (ahem, June 16), the Worcester post-whatever-pop heroes will have a slew of fresh new jams to blast out onto Lansdowne Street. A bit unexpectedly, Astralwerks is dropping a new Dom EP, Family of Love, on August 9, roughly six months after it polished up and re-released the band’s 2010 breakthrough debut Sun Bronzed Greek Gods
Jollett might be the most charming lead singer ever. What kind of
she-devil would break up with this guy and leave him stumbling through
the streets, drunk and alone? Scratch that. THE AIRBORNE TOXIC EVENT might be the most charming band ever.
At the very least, they're the most charismatic alt band I've seen take
the stage at the HoB in quite a few months.
If you're headed to see Deftones tonight at the House of Blues, hit up the Landsowne joint on the early side to catch FUNERAL PARTY, a rising Los Angeles dance-punk band -- and pack of crazy motherfuckers -- that we hosted back at our SXSW party in March. It'll be odd to see how Funeral Party's frenetic energy translates to a older metal crowd mostly there to see the 'Tones and Dillinger Escape Plan, but either way, these dudes know how to throw it down.
"I've Seen Enough"
Walking into the COLD WAR KIDS show at the House of Blues last night initially felt a bit like finding
oneself privy to an awkward first date -- where neither party knows the other
particularly well (some well-meaning friends thought they might hit it off) and
they're not quite convinced the whole thing wasn't a big mistake.
Phoenix cover story: Brandon Flowers and the evolution of a pop-star Killer
When Brandon Flower's dropped Flamingo
back in September, I consciously took a pass on checking for it. Maybe
it was the markedly vanilla single "Crossfire" that beat me into
ambivalence thanks to a nearly offensive radio play frequency.
Last month, "On the Download" premiered the first MP3
from Dirty Bombs, a Voltron-esque local supergroup featuring
members of Televandals, the Luxury, and Conservative Man. Their collective
mechanical roar persists here with "In Every City," a blistering
post-millennial rock joyride that opens like an explosion, breaking at once into
its electro-disco chorus before bouncing along through seas of fuzzed-out synths and thumps while maintaining a
vicious alt-rock edge.