For as long as there has been an underground rock community, there has been a connected, collective subconscious that randomly makes and kills trends. Remember trucker hats? Swooshy haircuts? Or, God, even Locust tattoos? The scene makes you do funny things sometimes. But the kids — be they hipster kids,…
Club Scout has made a critical life decision: I need a DJ name. It has to come with an interesting tale or a clever misspelling of my own moniker — like DJ Klub Skout, maybe, or a superfluous combination of self-aggrandizing adjectives such as DJ Wicked Awesome Face. Or maybe…
There are half a million people in Denver, but it seems like there are only about twenty musicians to go around. The local scene is incredibly incestuous, with folks moonlighting in at least a couple of acts and the same names popping up again and again in new projects. Such…
Last week, Club Scout found herself at Lost Tuesdays, a cooperative marketing scheme designed to lure people to the “new LoDo Triangle” of Tryst, Slim 7 and the Lure. For the swarming masses of youngish professionals with BlackBerrys and day jobs, this is a nearly ideal weeknight adventure into Singlesville…
The big payoff for most bands comes from touring. Not as a money thing — the majority of small-time outfits come home barely breaking even — but rather in the inimitable experience of plopping into off-the-interstate Waffle Houses, taking in expansive Midwestern landscapes and playing out every night to a…
I am at Tryst Lounge, and my roommate is yelling to me over the thumping club music, “I am the Jordan Catalano of this bar!” Which, with his worn leather jacket and long hair, is kind of true. Against tonight’s backdrop of crewcuts and erect polo collars, he is the…
I like My Chemical Romance. And not under the façade of ironic hipsterdom or as a means to get into the pants, er, minds of sixteen-year-olds, but in a totally legit go-ahead-and-out-me kind of way. Of course, with that scary-boy makeup and those live theatrics, it’s easy to discount the…
By eponym alone, Left on Lincoln makes sense only if you’re coming from a higher-income bracket — that is, the west or even the southwest (aka the ‘burbs). The bar just opened in the former Donkey Den bar/patio space in the building at 1109 Lincoln that also now houses the…
Jeff Wood is interested in three things: banging chicks, eating pussy and looking at tits. I know this, because he’s spent the last forty minutes on the phone explaining it to me in graphic detail. And so when he asks me what I look like, I’m not really surprised. “I’m…
What kind of assholes get access to the VIP section? Very important assholes, obviously, and although the importance of Club Scout is debatable, I’m confident in my ability to make an ass of myself. So last month I jumped at the chance to live it up on the other side…
Call it a revival, a tribute, a throwback, whatever; any synonym will fill the space, but it won’t really say anything. Music is a vast universe, each band a tiny blinking light, collectively influencing any who would gaze into the infinite black sky. So to call an act such as…
Okay, so the only reasonable explanation for Rock Star Supernova — the CBS-spawned rock monstrosity featuring ex-Metallica bassist Jason Newsted, ex-Guns N’ Roses guitarist Gilby Clarke, ex-Pam Anderson hubby Tommy Lee and some Canadian ex-nobody dude on vocals — is that it’s all just an elaborate hoax. Seriously. Three aging…
Shhh. Don’t say the C-word. In the secular world, it’s like a scarlet letter. Just ask Alice Cooper. The venerable shock rocker was once quoted as saying, “Drinking beer is easy. Trashing your hotel room is easy. But being a Christian, that’s a tough call. That’s rebellion.” Indeed. Christianity truly…
The Pink Spiders are some cocky dudes. The act’s bio is littered with superfluous and self-aggrandizing words such as “iconoclastic” and “Machiavellian,” and the trio itself, which hails from Nashville, has a larger-than-life bravado about it that makes the hand-clapping, cutesy pop punk it plays seem more important than it…
Sitting with the members of Electric Side Dish on this Sunday evening in early December, I’m reluctant to utter the dreaded J-word. But as my eyes wander around percussionist John Bunting’s living room, from the burning incense to the framed photograph of Jerry Garcia to guitarist John Tipton’s Widespread Panic…
Club Scout has a dream. One day I will be on stage, my right hand holding a mike and the left shading my eyes from the dizzying glare of the spotlight, and I will belt out such a triumphant cover of “Midnight Rider” that the entire bar will burst into…
Ah, Swedish death metal: Nothing rings sweeter than the combination of those three words. The adorable headbanging Scandinavians in Grave don the black uniform with a nihilistic fervor characteristic of their fellow countrymen in Entombed and Dismember (both of whom will also play this Saturday at Hubba’s, 13740 East Quincy…
Singer-songwriters can be hard to swallow. There are few who can pull off winsome sappiness without looking like a total sap. Then there are guys like Dan Craig, who seem to hover somewhere between sentimental mush and genuine potential. Wirebird (due for release on Thursday, December 14, at the Walnut…
Kingdom of Magic may be the last band on earth not to have a MySpace page. But when youre one of the heaviest bands in Denver, who needs that fake-world Internet bullshit? The Magic features the snarling frontman prowess of Luke Fairchild, who also sings in Git Some and whose…
The Lemonheads were a mid-’90s enigma. Although the band really only produced a few moderate hits (“It’s a Shame About Ray” and “Into Your Arms”), its name is one of the most memorable from that self-indulgent era of angsty pop and Gen-X marketing ploys. The act’s dubious popularity was based…
DDC takes its acronym seriously, spouting an angry mantra based on the nihilistic values of Death, Destruction and Chaos. Totally punk-rock, man! But frivolities aside, in spite of its relatively young existence, the act has established itself as a purveyor of local thrash metal. In a scene that feels increasingly…
Even sans the film, the Tenacious D-orchestrated soundtrack for its full-length feature The Pick of Destiny is a seriously marvelous three-act musical comedy. The album is like a spoofed-out Behind the Music, unraveling the fictitious story of folk-metal musicians Jables (aka Jack Black) and Kage (aka Kyle Gass), track by…
