At Bottom of the Hill last Wednesday, Sept. 12, a certain Brooklyn band, sounding a bit like an alchemy of Deerhoof and Prince, provoked what I would break down into three reactions: standing around and enjoying great music (the majority of the audience), sort of dancing (a minority), and lastly, small, isolated, and poor attempts at moshing. Read more »
What all can you do with a blues skeleton? For starters, get it high as hell and drown it in whiskey, beer, and more whiskey, then drop it in a vat of chitterling grease and give it a megaphone. Read more »
Under the radar of nearly everyone, during this busy, dizzying week, is Cinematic Orchestra, stopping before their performance at Royal Albert Hall in November. Like the sound of the rich, silky orchestrations on Ma Fleur (Domino)? Listen softer to the tones of guest vocalists Fontella Bass and Patrick Watson.
The UK ensemble makes a rare US appearance at Bimbo's 365 Club on Saturday, Sept. 15.
Look, I know America is supposed to be the land of infinite choice and all - y’know, 287 types of toothpaste to choose from in the supermarket aisle, right next to the avalanche of deodorants eagerly waiting to cripple you with consumer-paralysis - but sometimes we really seem to let a lot of the good stuff slip clean out of our nets, don’t we? Take chocolate. Read more »
I used to wonder if there was some unspoken law about Burning Man that the only music appropriate for Black Rock City was electronica – as though somehow the magic would be lost if someone played Kiss instead of Kruder & Dorfmeister, or maybe you’d just get jumped by moon-boot wearing playa rats if you blasted the Descendents from your art car instead of DJ Ooah. Read more »