If there’s one thing in the world that doesn’t make sense, it’s how most offspring cringe at the discussion of Mom and Dad making sweet, sweet love. For most of us, revulsion ensues when the parental units lock the bedroom door to “turn in early.” And menopause, high blood pressure,…
It would be easy to call Coco Rosie’s music an acquired taste. The twisted sisters who make up the group, Bianca and Sierra Casady, sing with miniaturized voices, like Bjrk in jammies, and the music — nursery-rhyme rosaries banged out on toy pianos and spliced with neighing ponies — frequently…
Folks out there remain so hungry for rock that they’ll gobble up almost anything — even Staind’s Chapter V, which entered the Billboard sales charts at number one despite being as generic as white-label aspirin. Not that listening to the disc is apt to cause a migraine. Sure, lead singer…
John Vanderslice has always brought a cinematic flair to his storytelling techniques. His best songs double as short films, with enough of a story line to get you hooked, and enough mystery to keep you guessing. Pixel Revolt uses these juxtapositions to great effect: “Exodus Damage” segues from reports of…
The hard and soft sides of Opeth’s dark, enveloping sound were showcased separately on its last two albums, Deliverance and Damnation. On Ghost Reveries, the band’s Roadrunner debut, they’ve merged. Keyboardist Per Wiberg is a major presence on this record: On “The Baying of the Hounds,” he slams the keys…
Bands in Denver’s indie scene always wonders why they rarely manage to break out of Colorado. The answer is simple: Even our most promising bands are often weak, desperately opportunistic copies of what was cool on the coasts two years ago. There are exceptions to the rule — like Vaux…
Few local recordings are as skillfully played and cleanly produced as Savage Henry’s self-titled debut. Too bad the CD lacks the spark of originality that separates capable discs from truly memorable ones. The quartet of Damon Guerrasio, Mike Rice, Stuart Miller and Ryan Morrow gig consistently; they’re part of the…
Beautiful Creatures, Deuce (Spitfire). These cats have gotta be creaming their acid-wash jeans. Thanks to the Crüe, who showed up just as the Velvet was starting to rub off the Revolver, cock rock is once again viable, which means these refugees from the Revlon era (vocalist Joe Leste previously lent…
Beatmaker Elvin Estella, otherwise known as Nobody, made a ripple in the mix-tape underground ten years ago, becoming a frequent Prefuse 73 collaborator and Mars Volta tourmate by the time his second full-length dropped. But where Pacific Drift: Western Water Music Vol. 1 found the mixologist revisiting his hip-hop roots…
The Weather Machines may be from Rapid City, South Dakota, but the power-pop quartet almost feels Coloradan. Besides the fact that the bandmembers’ earlier outfits, the Reddmen and the Bee Eaters, made Denver a favorite stop, the Machines’ debut disc was mastered by local studio wizard Jeff Merkel at 8…
Given the godforsaken cold that grips Calgary, it’s little wonder that Alberta named her professional hockey team the Flames. For Canuck Chad VanGaalen, any sanity not otherwise found busking the streets likely took place in the warmth of the basement — building pianos, saxophones, clarinets, violins and various found-object munitions…
Dear Dave: We welcome you to town with open arms and full hearts. Admittedly, though, this wasn’t our first plan. In the beginning, we were going to write something snarky about your three-night, sold-out Red Rocks run, alluding to a brilliant article in the August 25 Onion headlined “Dave Matthews…
Washington, D.C.-based trumpeter Michael Thomas brings his smoking-hot quintet to town for a night of blistering hard bop meets Philly swing. After graduating from Grambling University, Thomas performed with Frank Foster, who was directing the famous Count Basie Orchestra at the time. He sharpened his chops and technique playing with…
Minus the Bear’s latest record, Menos el Oso, is the sound of hardcore kids growing up. Known previously for comical song titles like “Hey, Wanna Throw Up?” and impressive rock resumés, the highly technical, versatile quintet has finally produced the record we’ve always known it could. Jake Snider’s lyrics have…
Going through the motions: We’re all guilty of it. But Montreal’s Wolf Parade seems incapable of sitting still and sucking. On its recent, self-titled EP and Apologies to the Queen Mary, its upcoming Sub Pop full-length, the band is grabbed, shaken and propelled from within by some kind of wind-up…
With his latest CD, No Earthly Man, Scotland’s Alasdair Roberts (no relation to either me or Julia) has accomplished the seemingly impossible: He’s made the most depressing album in the history of recorded music. No joke. Compared to this collection of death ballads from the British isles, Beck’s Sea Change,…
When a golfing oil baron masquerades as a national leader, someone’s got to do something to help out the folks in Louisiana and Mississippi. Now transformed into a benefit for hurricane relief, the End of Summer Outlaw Music Festival, slated for Saturday, September 10, at the Ogden Theatre, has broadened…
Heavily dreadlocked and impossible to pigeonhole, New Zealand nu-breaks pioneer Freq Nasty (Darin McFadyen) helped set the stage for dance music’s genre-bending resurrection in the new decade. His music also helped yank electronic music out of the creative mire it was — and arguably still is — in. In Freq…
The Minstrel Show is a reference to the form of entertainment from the late 1800s, early 1900s, where you had white performers performing in blackface and essentially making a mockery of black culture,” says Phonte, explaining the concept behind Little Brother’s new album. “We use that as a metaphor for…
“Looking back,” Donovan Welsh allows, “it took balls or stupidity, knowing what we know now.” That’s how the bassist, just back from a third stint on the Vans Warped Tour, explains how his band, D.O.R.K. , first finagled its way on to Kevin Lyman’s roving punk-rock caravan in 2003. Welsh…
“I’m a dad first and an artist second,” Alice Cooper declares. Yet the former Vincent Furnier isn’t bothered in the slightest that he has to watch twenty-something daughter Calico Cooper get mauled during each stop of his current tour. On the contrary, he’s as proud as he can be that…
No one’s particularly fond of playing the desultory “sounds like” game when it comes to music, but whatever. In Particle’s case, an A-meets-B-meets-C type of comparison is warranted. This middle-aged California-based quartet really does resemble a sonic collage comprising the Grateful Dead, Roy Davis Jr. and the Chemical Brothers as…
