1. When Nicke Andersson gave up deathpunking the shit out of Entombed to go MC5-ing with the Hellacopters, it marked one of those seismic subcultural shifts that re-jiggers the singles bin at your local indie record store for a good, oh, four or five years. And for threerecords, at least, the 'Copters could claim a share of the pound-for-pound-best-rock-and-roll-band-around crown.
I am very happy to announce that my annual winter pilgrimage back to the motherland will be commemorated by a split single 7" with the dashing lads of Scamper, with whom I will share a stage January 5th at TT's.
Some stuff we forgot to post last week: for instance, did you know Fiona Apple was conceived in Boston? Not, not as a marketing gimmick, like conceived as in her parents did it here and stuff. Other than that, it was a rather stern Apple in a long, loosely fitted, flowing black dress who kept her mouth shut between songs and, as the old adage goes, let her music do the talking.
The first time we saw Newburyport's Tiger Saw was at a pirate-radio-station benefit last summer, where the rotating-member, oft-acoustic collective dragged their stuff onto the Central Square VFW's floor and headlined the show without a PA, without microphones, without much else than a couple folding chairs and some precisely-tuned instruments.
Harmonix art director (ex-Laurels) Ryan Lesser projecting the metal vibes.
Sometimes we really love our jobs. Like when we waste away an entire weekend romancing the brand-new videogame Guitar Heroin front of the idiot box, slapping the Fisher-Price-style fret buttons of a plastic guitar, recreating “Iron Man” and “Take Me Out” and “I Wanna Be Sedated” and “Symphony of Destruction” – and somehow this is considered work
1. In so many ways, the Christmas mash-up just makes sense. The holidays are a time of pop-culture overload, the airwaves choked with old chestnuts and re-recordings alike, with everyone from Bing to Beyoncé singing about Frosty and Baby Jesus. Between shopping lists and eggnog hangovers, how’s a stressed-out Scrooge supposed to digest them all? Throw ’em in the blender two, three, four at a time.
Islands in the photostream: Photos courtesy Will Spitz
Your pretty face is going to hell: photos copyright Mike Magee.
Last night the Canadian septet Islands -- the new band from Nick Diamonds and J’aime Tambour from the Unicorns -- made the final stop on their first tour at the Cambridge YWCA.
Category 18 - Best Metal Performance (For solo, duo, group or collaborative performances, with vocals. Singles or Tracks only.)
• What Drives The Weak / Shadows Fall / Track from: The War Within [Century Media Records]
So the Grammys heard of Mass metal? That's nice. We figure they've got about as much chance of winning as Killswitch did last year, but on the upside .
Boasting a drummer who can simultaneously sing, drum, and play keyboard, a bass player who just recently learned how to play but who already has a sense of melody and rhythm reminiscent of Sir Paul, and a guitarist who tastefully textures his band's pop gems with a gentle twang, the local co-ed trio HATS AND GLASSES are a band to keep an eye on.
We'll admit it -- part of the appeal of that first Iron and Wine record was that here was a dude who was a dead ringer for our beardy friend Metal Mark Thompson but sang wispy wood-nymphish fairyfolk accompanied on little more than a faraway-sounding acoustic guitar. That's funny shit. Mostly, though, we have no explanation for why a guy whispering multitracked Simon & Garfunkel/CSN songs would suddenly captivate someone (namely us) who fucking hates Simon and Garfunkel and Crosby and Stills and Nash.
Dropkick Murphys have announced dates for their annual St. Patrick's Day marathon: they claim they won't be adding shows after these sell out, though they've said that before. Still, do you wanna risk it? To begin with, they've booked Thursday, March 17 through Sunday, March 19, with two shows on Saturday.
Bono at J.J. Foley's, courtesy of the wonderful Heather Murphy
It's not every night that you wander into a financial district watering hole and wind up having a drink with Bono. It's even more surreal when he asks you to get up on a table-top and introduce him to a crowd for whom he needs absolutely no introduction whatsoever.
Sorry, we overuse that headline when talking about Diplo. This is a good record and you can buy it today. It may have gotten lost in all the unreleasedDiploremixes floating around that dude actually has a legit album on the shelf. He also has a track on the upcoming Beck remix album which you can listen to here
Finally made it up to Witch City last week to visit the warehouse maintained by Bridge 9 and Converge's Deathwish Inc. imprint (a slab of wharfside office park also home to Sully's Tees, punk-rock booking agents the Kenmore Agency, and a screen-printing operation).
[Tonight's guest post comes from the desktop of OTD's esteemed colleague Jon Garelick]:
At the ripe young age of 59, the veteran Detroit singer Bettye LaVette is this year's new face in R&B. She made her first record when she was 16, had a few near misses, and (as she told the Phoenix recently), assumed she'd "die in obscurity" until she hooked up with producer Joe Henry for an album on Epitaph's Anti- imprint, I've Got My Own Hell To Raise
1. For a band who started out as one-man acoustic act, Against Me! have come a long way to headline the Fat Tour with the likes of Smoke or Fire and the Soviettes. Inspired by the political will of Crass, Tom Gabel spits out lyrics in a raunchy growl, taking shots at Condoleezza Rice, the mainstream music biz, and, since they’re from Gainesville, Miami .
Quick, who's more popular: M. Ward or M. McCaughan? Despite our adoration of all things Superchunk, we'd have guessed Ward as the people's choice in '06. But checkbooks don't lie, and Merge's online holiday signed-poster auction -- still in progress, so this could change -- has Portastatic comfortably in the lead.
New indie-dance night with FNX DJ and all-around good dood Paul Driscoll, which also includes (not in poster) "HIPSTER KARAOKE!" Mmmm, delicious . . . but couldn't that be every night at the Protokoll practice space? Oh, we keeed, we keed. (Here's the thing about "hipster karaoke," though: great concept, except that as soon as you call it "hipster karaoke," the actual hipsters decide to go sing '80s songs at Triple D's