It’s early in the current Red Rocks season, but the marvelous venue’s most unusual 2007 show may have already taken place. The May 15 date featuring Icelandic sprite Björk and harpist Joanna Newsom offered the sort of challenging music that wouldn’t be expected to draw a throng. Yet the rows…
Insane. That was the scene this past Friday night at the Fillmore. The Clown was in town, and the Juggalos were in full effect. “What’s up, my Juggalo pissin’ homeboys?” asked one guy as he flung open the door to the Fillmore’s secret bathroom. “If you’re not down with the…
Jackson Ellis is freaking out. In late April, the 26-year-old publisher of the independent music and fiction magazine Verbicide got word that starting on July 15, his shipping rates would increase by somewhere between 30 and 40 percent. “It’s not going be the thing that kills me,” he says via…
I feel like I can’t speak to the press anymore in a manner that I’d normally have a conversation,” declares hip-hop producer turned fledgling rocker Ramble John Krohn, who performs as RJD2. Why not? Because he believes a couple of his offhand comments are being used to beat him up…
Matt Mahaffey is probably best known as the guy behind the Expedia.com jingle, which is a shame. His indie-pop outfit, Self, is just as catchy. It’s been seven years since Self put out a legitimate release (DreamWorks refused to release Self’s 2004 LP, Ornament and Crime), but Mahaffey promises via…
In the span of about two weeks, Patterson Hood got divorced, had his car stolen and watched the band he started with Mike Cooley, Adam’s House Cat, break up. This was back in 1991. Shortly thereafter, he and Cooley were eating dinner and listening to an elderly couple who looked…
In an era when you can practically take every album into the critic’s version of the CSI laboratory (complete with Zero 7 playing in the background) in order to determine its exact points of reference and the width of its bandwagon tread, it’s refreshing to hear something like Welcome’s Sirs,…
Creatively speaking, Sweden’s Gustav Ejstes, the man behind Dungen, refuses to remain earthbound. On Tio Bitar, he takes listeners on a trip to the Fab Nebula, where almost everything within earshot sounds literally out of this world. Ejstes’s ingredients will be familiar to fans of psychedelia, prog and musical weirdness…
There is nothing un-sexy about Mannequin Makeout. Its five-song self-titled EP is a coed fete of lusty hormones and throbbing erratic heartbeats. Even in the disc’s opening lines, “You know but you won’t show anymore/I know I love you but I don’t show it anymore,” there is a Portishead-like sensuality…
Although New Dialectic is named for a form of polemics, Get in the Way eschews heated exchanges for a more intellectually stimulating brand of discourse. The EP, which receives the release-party treatment on Saturday, May 12, at a Walnut Room show also featuring Tifah and the Heyday, proves that smarts…
Paris Bennett, Princess P (TVT Records). Bennett was an amiable American Idol contestant. But a cover of “My Boyfriend’s Back” capable of triggering the gag reflex and “Let Me Rap,” which pairs her with Kevin “Chicken Little” Corvais on a track that name-drops Kevin Federline, extinguishes the last flicker of…
At the start of Infinity on High, Fall Out Boy’s latest, label head Jay-Z declares, “What you critics say will never happen!” — a statement meant to make Pete Wentz and company seem like the sort of act reviewers habitually bash. Actually, mainstream music writers have been fairly kind to…
If sleaze rock is the tongue-kissing cousin of heavy metal, then Nashville Pussy is Gene Simmons’s hillbilly stunt double. Led by the twin-guitar attack of husband and wife duo Blaine Cartwright and Ruyter Suys, the Atlanta-based act got its start glorifying Southern rock’s excesses in the late ’90s with songs…
Although the club genre prides itself on keeping things au courant, many of the most prominent DJs on the international circuit have been around for ages. That makes James Zabiela, who’s 27, among the younger jocks to earn full-fledged superstar status — although he reached this level with a little…
While her flamboyant outfits might never be polite, Björk’s last few albums certainly were. The ice-crystal percussion and melodies on Vespertine were stunning but mannered, like an immaculately decorated parlor, while the nearly a cappella Medulla — an album on which beatboxing and throat-singing replaced traditional instrumentation — felt too…
Jona Bechtolt is the David Blaine of laptop pop. No, really. Dude is a card-carrying member of the Society of American Magicians. A bona fide magic man. So how fitting is it, then, that the Portland-based IDM wizard dubbed his new album I Believe in You, Your Magic Is Real?…
New Belgium Brewing company, those fine folks up in Fort Collins who make Fat Tire Amber Ale and other Belgian-inspired beers, have opened a new hub — er, make that pub — in Concourse B at DIA. The spot, dubbed the New Belgium Hub, sports art by local artists Todd…
As the frenetic frontwoman of Mannequin Makeout, Brittany Gould caterwauls like a riot grrrl and croons like Siouxsie Sioux. So it’s a bit surprising to listen to her work with her other project, Married in Berdichev, where she takes a turn as a more conventional vocalist. Make that slighty more…
Alright, so the wait is over. This year’s Showcase ballot has finally been revealed. As with every year, the event continues to evolve and improve (we like to think so, anyway). This year, you’ll notice that we’ve added five new categories, and there’s 57 acts making a first-time appearance on…
Tuyet Nguyen’s April 19th review of Thank God for Astronauts’ latest offering has caused a stir over on the Denver MessageBoard. One member’s letter to the editor sparked a debate of Nguyen’s merit as a music reviewer. Not wanting just a select few to debate this important topic of musical…
Virgil Dickerson had always suspected that people were stealing his music. Now he has proof. But when we spoke last month (Beatdown, March 8), the Suburban Home Records head had no quantifiable evidence to support his claims that illegal downloads were taking a toll on the label’s bottom line –…
One night in May 2003, Denver police raided a small, inconspicuous warehouse space in an inactive industrial neighborhood. God knows what they were looking for — a rave, maybe, or some other abstract variation of raging, drug-addled teen culture? Hard to say. What they found, however, was Against Me! and…
