Saves the Day isn’t going to change the world. Playing power-pop drivel and crooning teenage sap to high school girls won’t cure breast cancer or keep the four horsemen from raising hell — but then again, that’s a lot to ask of a band, especially one from New Jersey. There…
The lack of an ocean in the Midwest means two things: Scene kids are pale motherfuckers, and music is heavily under the influence of indoor activities. It’s no wonder, then, that Chicago, the land of bitter winters and muggy summers, is such an incestuous breeding ground for homebodied stoner rock…
Liars, the once and future kings of Brooklyn art rock, have completely given up their dance-punk crowns and tossed their white belts into the East River. Fans of 2004’s They Were Wrong So We Drowned — a brilliant concept album of witches and woods that critically bombed — should have…
Traversing the country in a lumbering 1964 GMC tour bus — lovingly nicknamed Dirty Bird — the Hackensaw Boys know a thing or two about the open road. The ensemble, which seems to vary in numbers between six and twelve, has been crisscrossing the highways and truck stops of America…
Not long ago, Two Gallants was poised to be the next it band — lauded by the press for electrically lo-fi live performances and a debut full-length, 2004’s The Throes, that even Pitchfork and Vice couldn’t entirely dog with mean-spirited puns. A couple years later, with a few dozen tours…
Get on the make tonight at Rising Up!, the town’s monthly theme party where cats and chicks resurrect the ’60s like Jesus on Easter Sunday. Tonight’s installment, dubbed the Rolling Blackout Revue, takes variety to dizzying hipster heights with host Sir Ralston Purina and musical performances by Everything Absent or…
Go around the world in two hours today at Storyteller Sunday at the Boulder Public Library, 1000 Canyon Boulevard, where a special program will feature three mouthy babes from across the globe exercising their vocal cords and anecdotal flair. Cathryn Wellner crosses the border from Canada and has worked for…
After ten years in the Platte Valley, Shakespeare’s Pub & Billiards (2375 15th Street) is finally ready to rack it up — but it won’t relocate to the suburbs, as originally rumored. The bar and billiards emporium (owners Jerry and Nan Karsh don’t like the term “pool hall”) is instead…
Gospel does prog like a Sunday-morning church choir doped up on amphetamines and worshiping heretic gods. Brooklyn-based and heaven-sent, the assemblage of vocalist/guitarist Adam Dooling, bassist Sean Miller, keys/guitarist Jon Pastir and drummer Vincent Roseboom can thrash it out with the best of them, but with a dirtiness gleaned from…
Score points tonight at March Madness, a comedy and musical parody show presented by the Denver Cycle Sluts. With local drag queen/charity princess Nuclia Waste as the host, it’s sure to be a glittery, plastic-boob extravaganza that makes that three-breasted chick from Total Recall look like a poseur. “I think…
Although the Bottoms Up Tavern went belly-up last summer, Wyatt’s Torch is carrying the torch. For years, the venue/drinking hole at 3124 South Parker Road was Aurora’s favorite headbanger ballroom, and now that Wyatt’s Torch has lit up the address again (it opened on March 3), the new owners intend…
In 1866, the United States adopted the use of the metric system as lawful and valid for all purposes. More than a century later, most Americans still measure things in feet and wait for water to boil at 212 degrees Fahrenheit. If the old French measuring system is ever to…
My Calculus Beats Your Algebra is made up of a couple of pretentious fucks — and don’t let any past remarks or reviews of this noise duo convince you otherwise. Modesty does not become the twosome of Thorin Klosowski and Bryan Danknich, but that’s exactly the point. Shackleton’s Dogs is…
When it opened last summer, Manny’s Smokehouse quickly developed a reputation as a hot spot for barbecue and blues. But now you can scratch barbecue — and the club’s original name, too. “Manny is no longer with the company, and there’s not barbecue anymore,” explains bar and kitchen manager Jake…
A few years back, the Casualties were accused of punk-rock misconduct over a couple of cans of Aqua Net. Rumors were that the New York-based foursome had hired a personal hairdresser to pomp up its members’ cowlicks. Known for their three-foot-high Mohawks and Liberty spikes, the Casualties were easy to…
As evidenced by his last two albums — Pigeon John Dates Your Girlfriend and Pigeon John Sings the Blues! — Pigeon John is the kind of guy who talks about himself in the third person. Narcissism is not an unusual trait for a rapper — heck, Eminem’s entire career is…
A voice in the background is telling Thurston Moore to turn left. The muffled command wafting through the static of the cell phone could be anyone, but my inner gab immediately fantasizes Kim Gordon in the passenger seat navigating Moore through New York traffic. That’s the thing about celebrity, even…
Tyra Banks without the word “fierce” is like Paris Hilton without “That’s hot.” Celebrities co-opting colloquialisms is an absurd alliteration, but it’s an even more ridiculous marketing ploy. So turn off the E! and find some cheap entertainment tonight at Fierce Sunday at Club Evolution, 821 22nd Street — where…
The tiny bar at 2052 Stout Street has a history that dates back close to a century. “John Wayne drank here, Teddy Roosevelt drank here — this place is a part of Colorado history,” remarks Isaac James, food and beverage manager at the British Bulldog, the newest incarnation of the…
Execution by firing squad is probably not as romantic as classic war flicks would lead you to believe. It’s likely that those Tombstone Pizza commercials are pretty inaccurate, too. A gal like Mata Hari could have used that kind of detailed information before she met her own fate on the…
B-52 Billiards dropped a bomb on its employees last week when it announced that the club at 1920 Market Street would be closing for good as of this past Monday. One bartender complained to Club Scout that he was given about 48 hours’ notice that his mixology job was being…
Low has the sort of soundtrack quality that’s quietly tucked into expansive landscape shots and dwindling moments of self-realization. Every album is a score to some unwritten indie flick that centers on a smart, repressed antagonist and the vain pursuit of a more perfect life. The Duluth, Minnesota, threesome –…
