Sure, British threesome the Cribs are pure indie rock. The boys’ striped shirts and messy haircuts won’t let anyone forget. But the danceable melodies, interesting arrangements, and sing-a-long hooks appear to be catapulting them into pop scene stardom (not to mention backing from Franz Ferdinand and a spot on the Coachella Music Festival roster). Read more »
Holy F**k at The Independent the next two nights, 27th & 28th, previewing material off of their sophomore full-length, due in September. As well, thanks for the !!! preview. Should you care to attend their performance at the Fillmore Monday night. Love to have you out.
In addition, sent you a copy of Land of Talk's debut ep, Applause Cheer Boo Hiss, prior to its March 19th release here in the U.S. Already critically acclaimed in their home nation of Canada, the Montreal trio have been building momentum here in the U.S. Read more »
I know you hate to bellyache but apparently the moment is here for nostalgic baby ravers. Happy Mondays dancing fellah Bez was stopped at the border and won't be fronting the band at the group's first US performance in 15 years at Coachella Sunday, April 29. Read more »
Someone had a real good time the other night. Stooges fans Mark Breshears and David Bernstein write in with their experiences at the Warfield on Saturday, April 21. Love the black and silver balloon drop in honor of Iggy Pop's 60th b-day that night (most memorable salutation from the crowd - "Happy birthday, you fuck!").
Our man in the scene is...somewhere up there. Read more »
Trans Am, dude. Powerful, proggy, electro, rockin' - what don't these guys do? Once based in DC, now living all over the place, all over your face, Trans Am rev up their tour tonight, April 21, at Bottom of the Hill, 1233 17th St., SF; (415) 621-4455. Zombi and Black Taj open the all-ages Green Apple Music Festival-sponsored show; the music starts at 10:00 p.m. Lay $14 down. Read more »
I've just discovered my new favorite SF band, French Miami. Yes, the lead singer/guitarist/keyboard-player is a friend of friends, but that's not why I'm so enthusiastic. It's because the band, who played at Fat City last night, plays kickass rock-n-roll with a punkrock edge that kept me dancing (and jumping up and down) the whole set. Read more »
Fuck, people. Buddyhead still destroys, as much as I wanted to be over it. For the uninitiated, Buddyhead's gossip section was a force to be reckoned with for its savage assaults on the worst of the popular music industry delivered in a relentless barrage long before blogs seriously took hold. (They go back at least six years.)