Anybody got Steve Horners number? The crusader against ladies nights needs to know about Guys Night, also known as Hot & Wild Wednesdays, at the Purple Martini in the Denver Tech Center, which comes complete with go-go dancers, a mostly female staff and, yes, drink specials for men. The idea…
What a kick ass weekend for live music in the Mile High City. Started things off this past Friday night at the Marquis Theater for the Brotherhood of Dae Han’s CD release party. The scream theater commenced with a blistering set from Ft. Collins’ In Case You’re Curious, who years…
Nothing warms up the soul for a little rock ‘n roll better than reggae. Warren Haynes, a latter-day recruit of the famed Allman Brothers Band, probably learned that long ago. But regardless of when Haynes crossed paths with Toots Hibbert, frontman of the legendary Jamaican band Toots and the Maytals,…
Here’s a bonus for fans of Joseph Arthur, who’s profiled in the April 26 edition of Westword. The published piece was based on an extensive Q&A reproduced below. Among the topics Arthur touches upon: his risky new solo album, Let’s Just Be, and why at least one song on it…
Thank God for MySpace. If it weren’t for MySpace, I know some people who wouldn’t have any friends. At all. That’s not just a witty T-shirt slogan; it’s gospel. MySpace can be more than a little soul-sucking: I’ve seen it consume lives, World of Warcraft style. But as nefarious as…
I’m going to make a quick hypothesis here,” says Jeff Wiant. “One of us is going to die on stage tonight. This is not a large stage.” Or a stage at all, really. It’s just after 7:30 p.m. on a Saturday at Surfside 7 in Fort Collins, and the Brotherhood…
From 1997 to 2006, singer-songwriter Joseph Arthur released five albums on a like number of sizable labels, ranging from Virgin to Mega Force. But he decided to put out his latest disc, the enjoyably shaggy Let’s Just Be, on his own imprint, Lonely Astronaut Records — a moniker that references…
One of the last speed-metal bands from the golden age, Megadeth remains forever fast and furious in form and function. The band’s latest album, United Abominations, goes old-school, eschewing the overblown studio production and soaring anthems of recent efforts for straightahead, rip-your-face-off thrash. Dave Mustaine remains outspoken as he preaches…
Paul de Jong and Nick Zammuto formed the Books in 2000, shortly after being introduced by a friend. The two were drawn together by their mutual love of collecting and manipulating the sounds around them: De Jong was into sampling old movies and vinyl, while Zammuto had been making field…
Those who think that pop-music junkies represent music fandom’s lowest common denominator should read the comments left on iTunes about “Girlfriend,” Avril Lavigne’s cheerleader chant from hell. “The avril i looked up to was her own person, and proud of it. She wasn’t afraid to act like herself, and rebel…
Former Pantera pounder Vinnie Paul hasn’t made much noise of late, and for good reason: His brother and bandmate, Dimebag Darrell Abbott, was murdered on stage in late 2004. Hellyeah marks Paul’s return, and his stick work is as fierce as ever. If only this would-be supergroup were as consistently…
Standing Still is an apt title for the latest from Synthetic Elements, which celebrates the disc’s release on Saturday, April 28, at the Marquis Theater, with Animo, Saving Verona, Aloft in the Sundry and Ras Steady. There’s nothing new in the band’s sound, but the players channel old styles so…
Why does anyone play music? To feel better, to feel worse, to feel something? There are no answers, no reasonable explanations, but foolish people, beyond their better judgment, keep falling for that rock-and-roll devil anyway. Which, for the rest of us spectators, is great, because we need those breathless impulses…
Dntel, Dumb Luck (Sub Pop). Postal Service alum Jimmy Tamborello, joined by a gaggle of indie all-stars, daubs simple melodies with electronic smears and other studio-derived tomfoolery. The results can be either audacious or irritating — and at times during the title track, both descriptors apply. In the end, though,…
Although singer-songwriter Conor Oberst, whose band shares this bill with Oakley Hall and McCarthy Trenching, has been called a genius repeatedly in recent years, that designation felt premature. He’s certainly made interesting CDs, but his early efforts were more about establishing promise than fulfilling it. Likewise, his twin 2005 releases,…
On Harbor, Joel Harrison’s latest effort, it’s evident that the guitarist’s compositional scope reaches as wide as his technical prowess. He takes a song and turns it into a journey, changing moods and vibes as he leads the listener on cross-continent treks from India to Africa to Asia, incorporating hints…
In the 1990s, DJ Shadow (aka Josh Davis) revolutionized turntablism and distinguished himself as the illest sample-slinger in the West. His subsequent contributions to film scores and supergroup projects cemented his reputation as the dark lord of ambient breakbeats and trippy electronica. Unfortunately, key parts of his musical identity got…
Contorted, distorted, six-string mayhem was the hallmark of Jennifer Herrema’s previous group, the influential Royal Trux. Deconstructing guitar rock and putting it back together in oddly fascinating ways, Trux played with such a devil-may-care attitude that it didn’t matter if its evocation of classic rock’s excesses seemed like some kind…
Wherever this dynamic duo plays, jaws drop in awe and butts shake in delight. Though the Mexican metalheads known as Rodrigo y Gabriela first grabbed America’s attention with fiery acoustic covers of Metallica and Led Zeppelin, theirs is no novelty act. Veterans of Mexico’s fertile death-metal scene, Rodrigo Sanchez and…
One of the things that truly sucks about going to a concert, especially on Colfax, is trying to find parking. Hell, you spend half the show just looking for a space. Thankfully, the fine folks over at Rockbar (3015 East Colfax) feel our pain and have come up with a…
There probably aren’t too many people who remember Autonomous Collective, a poppy post-rock act that daringly explored a wide range of sounds with admirable dexterity. When that band eventually morphed into the Archive, the players solidified their sound into a compelling amalgamation of indie rock, progressive song structures and jazzy…
Virgil Dickerson has always suspected that people have been stealing his music. Now he has irrefutable proof. When we spoke last month, the head of Suburban Home Records had no quanitfiable evidence to support his claims that illegal downloads were taking a toll on the label’s bottom line. Still, he…
