New Zealand’s Alexander Wildwood is worth discussion not just because of his self-released EP South of No North but the impact he had on the blogosphere when he released “Summer Skin.” The song is like a distant dream into a world staring at it from the opposite end like we
Valhalla...the great hall where slain warriors dwell only if deemed worthy by the mighty Odin. Valhalla, an appropriately named venue with its Viking decor, is located in the college town of Muncie, Indiana, home of my alma mater Ball State University. Underneath the watchful eyes (or eye-sockets in this case)
Back in 2008, there was a show called Backstage Passport that documented NOFX on a tour around the globe, exhaustingly venturing to places many bands would not normally play and in doing so, they saw the belly of the beast in touring. This is a band who has been everywhere
It’s been 30 years since Whitesnake released Slide It In. It was an album that was the calm before the commercial success storm their self-titled album in 1987 gave them. Slide It In became their fourth Top 10 album in the UK, and it landed them on Geffen in the
I watched L.A. burn down today; silicon and botox were set aflame in a mass glory of Hollywood plastic death and cheap perfume as the hills peered down at the flames bursting into the night. It really was one building, but that building was the size of a city block. Even
Not really a sludge band, but just as meditative, 11PARANOIAS is the ghosts that haunt the ward and hallucinations that mar your mind. Stealing Fire From Heaven feels like you are hiding in a cavern from society and the mustiness of their guitar sound cannot provide solace. These are the
I love it when bands can pull something like this off and My Brother the Wind really hits the nail on the head. The concept goes like this. The band goes into the studio one blustery day in January 2013. They spend the day recording, and they walk out at
Here we are again. It’s time for another Lagwagon release. It’s impressive that these group of guys continue to churn out punk at this caliber and still manage to sound energetic and activistic. How long can this beat go on? How long will they keep it up at this speed?
There’s just something about The Vogue. When I see a nationally established band is posted to play there, it just brings a sense of filth and macabre to the show that simply does not compare to any other venue locally. With nothing but illuminated liquor bottles to guide me, I
Energy Slime is that clutzy friend who has enough charisma to get by with being eccentrically cool. Their songs are clunky, filled with imperfections inside a haze of indie prowess. The levels are off, the production is unclean, and it is all a glorious success.
The louder you turn it up, the