Music

When the Supreme Court ruled last month against Internet sites that enable peer-to-peer file-sharing, it did music downloaders a favor. As anyone who’s ever visited P2P sites like Grokster and Morpheus can attest, sound quality is maddeningly dodgy, and the catalogue is hopelessly disorganized. The imminent shutdown of these sites…

Zach Sciacca wanted to know one thing, and one thing only: “Did that motherfucker just grab his dick at me?” That motherfucker was big-time raver DJ Icey, and, yes, that motherfucker had, in fact, just grabbed his dick at Sciacca, who was then a fast-rising hip-hop battle DJ and all-around…

On its major-label debut, Death Cab captures flashbulb moments of melancholy — the dissolution of a summer romance, growing apart from a lover, being dumped — and analyzes them with astounding honesty. Take the tear-inducing “What Sarah Said”: Solitary piano chords drive a vivid depiction of a sterile hospital where…

OK Go is back with a sophomore release that puts its brilliant debut to shame. Offering intelligent lyrics, infectious melodies and a bratty Brit-pop swagger borrowed as much from Let It Bleed as from Blur, Oh No turns loose thirteen party anthems that never sacrifice kick for cleverness. Swedish über-producer…

Dallas Wayne mixes country’s dyed-in-denim traditions with the stupidity-free sensibility of modern, insurgent C&W. On Fan, Wayne wraps his burly baritone around a batch of old-style tunes that mention trucks and jukeboxes but never scream cliches. (Fan’s intended early-2004 rollout was delayed because of eye problems that have left Wayne…

Both the Warlocks and the Raveonettes recently issued records that were buoyed by a Ronettes-like makeover. In the Warlocks’ case, however, it’s more tempting to use kindred spirits the Jesus and Mary Chain to describe the white-hot relaxation of their latest release, Surgery. “Think of ice cream sliding into a…

Brian Pennington briefly played bass in the local hardcore group Shogun — and later became its drummer. It’s no surprise, then, that he’s poured his multi-instrumental talents into a one-man studio project, Radiant Republic of Texas. But where many people’s solo debuts are empty echoes of their previous bands, Lightning…

Whoops! The members of Greenfield got the chance to record with producer Malcolm Burn, a Grammy winner whose credits include work with Bob Dylan. But on the jacket of Kingston, an EP whose release is being celebrated on Saturday, August 27, at a Soiled Dove performance also featuring Joshua Novak,…

311, Don’t Tread on Me (Volcano). In the early ’90s, 311 was the harbinger of hybrid. Back then, the act was wide-eyed and innovative. Since that time, however, this Los-Angeles-by-way-of-Omaha quintet has steadily coasted into obsolescence. At this point, 311 sounds as laconic and dated as its treatment of the…

Dan Finnerty is living the dream. His old lady, Kathy Najimy, is a semi-famous Hollywood starlet; he fronts a band named after himself and jets across the globe like a rock star. Thing is, he’s not a rock star. He does play one on TV, though — er, rather, the…

Rock stars take drugs: Like most stereotypes, this one exists because it’s often true. And ever since DJs became the new rock stars at the peak of the rave scene, many of them have fallen into similar behavior patterns. There’s an exception to every rule, though, and Minnesota’s DJ ESP,…

Part of the West Coast honor roll from the gangsta class of ’91, DJ Quik made a name for himself with “Born and Raised in Compton” and “Tonight,” a pair of top-twenty hits from his debut album, Quik Is the Name. More renowned for his skills behind the soundboard than…

I’m not a morning person. Quite frankly, I’m homicidal before noon. As much as I love Slayer and the Geto Boys, their music is the last thing I reach for as I’m wiping the sleep from my eyes. On most days, prior to firing up that first pot of coffee,…

Purity, simplicity, integrity — three things that aren’t so chic in the realms of punk and indie rock right now. But amid a flood of packaged, plastic pretension, Michigan’s the Trembling isn’t afraid to shoot straight from the brain and heart. With all the head-rush riffs of Superchunk and tart…

Let’s just get this out of the way right now: The Redwalls are derivative. What’s more, the bands they derive from are not hiply obscure. So don’t expect to look like an authority when you play Spot the Influence with the tunes on De Nova, their major-label debut. To wit,…

Who knows what kind of chromosome damage the black-lunged ancestors of Lou Poster passed down to him? The singer/guitarist of Ohio’s Grafton is a native son of West Virginia, in whose hills dwelled four generations of coal-mining Posters. And his band’s racket — a tonsil-shot punk mired in brews and…

How have rock fads shifted during recent years? The career turns of Puddle of Mudd and its original benefactor, Limp Bizkit’s Fred Durst, are excellent barometers. Today Durst would probably leap at the chance to humiliate himself on some bottom-scraping reality show, but back in 2001, he was popular enough…

An intriguing side project that joins the laconic talents of Low’s Alan Sparhawk and Red House Painters’ Mark Kozelek, the Retribution Gospel Choir would seem to gravitate toward the grayer tones of the color spectrum. Then again, the band only recently formed and hasn’t released a single song together. Even…

From its sheepish little corner of the stable, Mutton kicks up enough noise to run with the bulls. But judging from both its debut disc, Organicism, and the follow-up EP, The Other Red Meat, the Denver-based trio seems just as happy to chew its cud in loving tribute to Minneapolis…

In a classic case of “If you want something done right, do it yourself,” Tyler Stadius began deejaying in Vancouver in 1991 after being consistently dissatisfied with the DJs he was hearing at warehouse parties around town — including some he threw himself. Already a veteran musician — he cut…

My intention is to play music full-time, not run a restaurant,” says Johnny James Qualley. “But I love this place so much that when the opportunity arose, I just couldn’t pass it up.” It’s a bright Monday afternoon between the lunch and dinner rush at Appaloosa Grill, an upscale but…