The first show by the dB’s in a year and a half was immensely enjoyable despite the rustiness of their playing.
A riveting show is rare, and I can count on one hand the number of times that I’ve been truly engaged by the live performance of a band I’ve never heard before.
I was disappointed, but I nevertheless await their next appearance in town as I hope the choice of venue and atmosphere is better-suited for them.
First, though I haven’t posted here in two weeks, that doesn’t mean I haven’t been heard from on the net. No! Perish the thought! Actually, a reasonably lengthy interview with me has been posted in the interim at Rocksellout.com / ...”Tonight, Townshend limited himself to three songs, but gave fans a treat by dusting off Quadrophenia’s ‘Drowned.’”
This was no ordinary LOU REED concert. This performance of Berlin in its entirety was a once-in-a-lifetime event.
Though Lollapalooza’s sophomore installment at Chicago’s Grant Park provided picky critics with ample fuel for grumbling (ubiquitous corporate signage, long walks between stages), the festival provided an impressive line-up for those who simply came to enjoy the music
THE EX build up tension throughout every single song, but they don’t ever release it.
Live a Little marks a stylistic return to their first two albums and as such, this show drew heavily upon their second album, the 2001 masterwork The World Won’t End, along with the new album.
They were hooting, hollering, singing along and even DANCING to all the songs. It was no mere pose and without pretension, but rather pure, unadulterated joy!
Slits shambolic, Green Milk schizo, Genghis Tron clever, Apes still rock
Thirty years after these British punk pioneers pressed a stun gun to rock’s sagging bottom, The Damned remain electric.
For the record’s 10th anniversary, AMY RIGBY payed tribute to herself by playing all of the songs on her debut album, in order.
For all its perceived ‘difficulty,’ the new album was very well received.
A segment of this Los Angeles ensemble journeyed cross-country to team with some of the elite members of NYC’s downtown improvisational scene.
I don’t know what planet ARI UP is on, but it’s a rather interesting one.
The performance was less about subtlety, layering and mood than about in-your-face rocking.
Arthur Lee is no longer with us but thanks to bands like Shaw ‘Nuff his music still is.
“The Story of Yo La Tango” was so intense that I’m surprised the roof didn’t cave in after all the feedback and noise IRA KAPLAN generated.
Although they were technically the openers, THE DEARS were the real stars of this free lunch-time show that was broadcast live on WXPN.
THE LONG WINTERS have never had much luck in this town. Fortunately, this was not the case on this evening as they drew a fair number.
Songs like XTC’s “Making Plans for Nigel” are stripped of their anger, angst and passion and are instead transformed into bossa-nova ditties.
Singer BETH DITTO sounds like a ‘60s soul shouter, and it’s almost impossible to take your eyes off her.
This was my favorite show of the year so far. RADIO BIRDMAN just completely knocked my socks off.
Hopefully we won’t have to wait another twenty-seven years for them to come back!
Shellac was absolutely incredible. At times the fact that Albini and Weston trade off vocals reminded me a lot of the sadly now “on hiatus” Fugzai.
Although I was only able to make it to the second day of Drop Dead Festival IV, I still managed to catch some captivating sets.
After this performance, I had to listen to my copy of GI again to remind myself of why I went in the first place!
While Faster Pussycat emerged from the much-maligned Los Angeles hair/sleaze/pop metal scene of the mid-1980s, a lot has changed since then.
MAYO THOMPSON, dressed in jogging pants, leaped around the stage like a man half his age, gazing upon the audience with a slightly mad look.
Three extremely rare tours by longtime Big Takeover favorites are hitting the U.S., one American, one English, and one Australian. And take it from this writer; you need to see each one of these if you can!
The venue felt like a raging inferno, but somehow it seemed appropriate for SLEATER-KINNEY’s final show in Philadelphia before they go on an indefinite hiatus.
The most vital show I’ve seen recently was not a long-awaited re-appearance of yet another 1980’s luminary, but an evening with two local bands, BELL HOLLOW and BLACKLIST.
It turns out that some drunken, small-minded fools decided to throw a PINK FLOYD poster at the band!
They opened with the great B-side “Lust in the Movies” and ran through all of their singles in a short, thirty-minute set.
On a quiet Tuesday night, Midlake showed why they’re one of the best up-and-coming bands in the US today.
While JENS LEKMAN is an entertaining, charismatic and funny performer, he has the annoying habit of radically rearranging his songs in a live setting.
It was worth sweating bullets in the insufferable heat of the First Unitarian Church basement to witness another great MISSION OF BURMA show.
The set was truly like a force of nature in terms of its intensity, power and passion.
All in all, it was a fantastic night of Swedish indie-pop, covering both the noisy and the gentle ends of the genre.
Touring behind their fantastic new album, Glaswegian twee-pop torchbearers CAMERA OBSCURA played a terrific, hour-long set.
JOE JACKSON is not only a legendary British singer-songwriter, but he was a resident of New York City for over twenty years.
The chiming majesty of the BAND OF HORSES brand of indie-pop was definitely impressive in a live setting despite some setbacks.
After listening to their debut album Give Me A Wall for months, I was expecting a sonic assault. And they didn’t disappoint.
They went on at about 10:30, and by 11:45 or so it was all over. However, they were so loud, catchy, fun and intense that it still felt draining afterwards, in the best possible way.
Playing to an at-best half-full TLA, Irish punk legends STIFF LITTLE FINGERS still put on a blistering, high-energy show.
I wish that the bill would be reversed, with ROGUE WAVE headlining, as should clearly be the case based on talent!
Along with the band, MARK E. SMITH seemed in excellent form, enthusiastically mumbling and slurring his way through an hour-and-fifteen-minute performance.
These old warhorses charged ahead at full gale for roughly 45 minutes with their razor sharp attack as fierce as ever.
Alongside the requisite hits they included unexpected surprises, like their version of Memphis standard “Green Onions.”
It was a rockabilly revival of religious proportions as the hip-swiveling prophet of HEAVY TRASH, JON SPENCER, testified his way to sweet salvation for the Dutch crowd.
