Indie rock bands can bring in a rather somber audience most times, but Lord Huron refused to kick off Noise Pop without a bang. Playing almost their e...
Whenever I think of the term "pop music," a few words come to mind: "overplayed," "autotune," and "somebody please change the station."
I left the venue with veins bulging out of my arms; then I immediately head-butted a police officer and robbed an armored truck. Kidding.
In 1990, Guns 'N' Roses had an issue with their drummer Steven Adler. Adler's live performance was impaired. Adler contended that it was due to an opiate-blocking drug, Slash thought Adler couldn't kick it anymore. Either way, Guns 'N' Roses wanted Adler out and had no way to expel him from the band.
Bay area artist Glasser put on a visually stimulating performance at The Chapel in San Francisco Monday night. Dressed in classic '50s style, she bounced around on stage for a quick 60-minute performance.
Happily, L.A.'s locally grown music scene is as vibrant and diverse as ever with a slew of recent independent E.P.s and L.P.s so fresh and creative, they deserve your love and attention -- and airplay (KCRW and KCSN are you listening?).
This week I caught up with Seattle's Night Cadet, a brash, bratty foursome whose music is neither brash nor bratty but is probably best described as the band puts it themselves: "queer orchestral dream pop."
"I couldn't be happier with the video for my new single, 'Seven'," says Ed Kowalczyk about the video from his brand new album The Flood and the Mercy.
Godspeed are the kind of artists that inspire an underground group like mine to keep going. Any musician with an anti-corporate or environmental message is invariably screwed from the get go. But what's important is that in Godspeed's Polaris statement, they stood up and said something.
The Features are easily comparable to well-known Akron rockers The Black Keys, not only in their sound but also due to the fact that Pelham's resemblance to Dan Auerbach in both looks and stage presence cannot go unnoticed.
Nothing is quite like seeing a great gig. Something happens; a collective tingling of "Spidey-Senses" towards a moment in time that we, the select group of fans, experience together through live music that will never happen again (at least not in that exact form).
I'm 29. No, seriously. And in September I'll be 30. This is supposed to be a "double death" for me as both a musician and a gay man, but unlike so many who turn 29 over and over again (or worse, 18), I plan to lean into this.
There is no better descriptor for what Björk does than artpop, which also happens to be the name of Lady Gaga's upcoming fall album. But there is thus far little evidence that Gaga has the artistic ambitions, or perhaps aptitude, to become what Björk is: timeless.
Offsetting my penchant for all things heavy with softer music listening keeps my chakras aligned and over the course of time, has made me genuinely appreciate it. In an effort to pander to the passive aggressive, more compliant indie crowd, I proffer my list of Forgotten Indie Rock records that I've held close to the vest for some time.
And so when I travel, and people compliment what I do, I always want to introduce them to my friends. This is why I began my duets project, a series of singles, songs written collaboratively with these songwriters that I love. Songs that make these introductions.
Hello. I am writing to you live from my songwriting cave where I have made myself a hermit. Garageband, notepads and instruments -- this is how I write songs. I lock myself away and spew out everything in my brain and just try to make it sound nice/make some sense.