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New Jersey transplant Dave Lichtenberg, the bundle of nerves behind “I Want an Ugly Girl” and “Useless Shit,” has always performed under his alter ego with the spaz meter running full throttle. Still, extolling life at the bottom, where it’s just as lonely, Little Fyodor presents a live album that…

A friend recently dismissed Bowling for Soup (below) with the sneering comment “They’re punk rock for girls” — by which he meant preteen girls, the kind who pretend they don’t dig JoJo, even though they do, and think Eminem’s “Mockingbird” is the most searing personal statement ever committed to plastic…

When Michael Shepard sings, even broken legs sound beautiful. His is a boyish lilt that could float on water. At times the Lovedrug frontman’s voice quivers like a toddler’s upper lip; at others it sounds like a daydream becoming a nightmare. Shepard is the entry point to Lovedrug’s pretty, progressive…

The Wrens’ “Authorized Biography (of Sorts),” accessible at www.wrens.com, tells the kind of music-biz story that’s hilarious to anyone who didn’t live through it. New Jersey-based comrades Greg and Kevin Whelan, Charles Bissell and Jerry MacDonnell enjoyed recording for tiny Grass Records until the label was purchased by Alan Meltzer,…

Scores of independent labels succumbed to the ska implosion of the late ’90s. Asian Man Records — one of the most visible and successful proponents of third-wave ska — was one of the fortunate few. But luck isn’t the only reason Asian Man’s owner, Mike Park, is a survivor; the…

“Fuckin’ A” may be the most wonderfully ridiculous expletive around these days. Is it self-censorship of that unutterable “A”? And what the hell is the “A,” anyhow? Perplexing. But given that the Thermals may be the most wonderfully ridiculous punk-rockers around these days, it’s fitting that the act’s latest record,…

When Death Cab for Cutie’s Ben Gibbard started a little side project called the Postal Service, Barsuk, Death Cab’s label at the time, probably didn’t bat an eye. A few hundred thousand moved units later, the imprint probably wished liked hell it had snapped up the Service when it had…

You don’t have to be “In the Navy” (where “you can sail the seven seas”!) to enjoy the classic kitsch of the Village People. Whether you like them or not, the songs of this quintessential costumed group stick in your cerebral cortex. The cop, the cowboy, the construction worker, the…

When Cammie O’Nassis of Mannequin Makeout squeals, “Dance mania! Dance mania!,” you’d better believe it. The coed Boulder outfit injects urgency and fun into rigid dance punk, discarding slick beats and airtight production for a raw, rabid sound that scrapes grease off the garage floor and favors clunky Casios and…

On Friday, January 28, milehighhouse founder Tom Hoch will host a shindig at Vinyl to celebrate his crew’s fifth anniversary. Barcelona DJ Murray Richardson, whose brand of deep, funky tech house has kept him in demand worldwide, is headlining the party, which will also feature Hoch and his fellow housemates…

Even though Jolie Holland pads her nest with jazz, folk and blues, she can’t be pigeonholed. Sometimes the 29-year-old singer-songwriter hunts for a new morning worm in the form of gospel, swing, lounge music or the occasional Civil War anthem. You might say she’s a weird bird. Then again, Holland…

Judging from the last presidential election, not many Americans are ready to make Will and Grace as welcome in their neighborhoods as Ozzie and Harriet. The passage of legislation to tighten the definition of marriage suggests that being out of the closet in America may be acceptable only as long…

It’s five o’clock Monday, January 17: Do you know where your beats are? If you’re like most savvy digital-music fans, your beats are on your desktop or iPod, courtesy of iTunes, eMusic or any of the countless other digital dealers online. Dance-music enthusiasts, however, know that the hottest beats come…

With synth pop making an unexpected comeback, the timing couldn’t be better for a new Erasure album. Vince Clarke’s infectious recordings with Depeche Mode, Yaz, the Assembly and, of course, Erasure helped create the blueprint for electronic dance pop, while Andy Bell’s soulful vocals and flamboyant persona added a critical…

For many people, funk revivalists deserve only scorn for disturbing a genre that’s been sacredly entombed — unless their efforts are filtered through contemporary visionaries like Prince or the Roots. And it’s irrational and confining that certain musical-history threads, such as Motown, dead-end, while others, like ’80s synthpop, get tragically…

Despite the constant pressure on veteran female artists not to act their age, Marianne Faithfull refuses to disguise the wear and tear caused by her four decades in rock. She eschews surgical enhancement, and her ragged voice often sounds downright ancient — although “timeless” is a better way to describe…

Does this ring a bell? A small-town band with a three-letter name attains cult status by issuing a string of entrancing albums full of cryptic jangle and mumbling majesty. Bored, the group eventually starts to tinker with the very formula that put it on the indie-rock map. Yes, Low has…

Skits have been endemic on hip-hop CDs since the days when flattops were a fashion statement, yet they’re almost always lame — which explains why the between-songs material that peppers the debut by Cash Money co-founder Fresh is so surprising. Astonishingly enough, several of the routines stand as highlights of…

Maybe all the dance-punk plasticity and garage-rock cock-grabbing of the last few years are starting to take their toll, but there’s been a new trend bubbling up from the underground lately: simple, drunken earnestness. If it catches on (yeah, right), the Enablers are going to win a ton of Grammys…

KBCO gets plenty of attention for its Studio C discs, largely because they feature national touring acts in off-the-cuff settings. In contrast, the Mountain’s Homegrown series focuses on local performers who aspire to the bigtime but haven’t experienced it yet. Although V.02 doesn’t give a real sense of this area’s…

It may be hazardous to give less than a shining review to a rockabilly band — after all, the guys in the CD booklet look like total bruisers — but here goes: Slingshot misses the target. The third release by Englewood’s Paul Galaxy and the Galactix is a stab at…