The question of whether a performer can transfer everything that’s impressive about a recording to the stage is particularly key in the case of Lloyd Banks, the first member of 50 Cent’s G-Unit squad to get the solo treatment. The Hunger for More, Banks’s debut disc, exceeds expectations, thanks largely…
On the Bled’s 2001 EP, His First Crush, the album cover bears the line “Can you still feel the butcher knives?” While it’s a clever play on Jimmy Eat World’s chorus to “For Me This Is Heaven,” from Clarity — “Can you still feel the butterflies?” — it’s also an…
Metronomic beats? Subtle yet complex layers of vintage keys and guitar? A woman singing robotically sexy French/English lyrics? Nope, it’s not Stereolab; it’s England’s Electrelane. But while comparisons to its better-known influence are inevitable, Electrelane is no mere ‘Lab creation. Formed in 1998, the all-female quartet has steadily assembled a…
During a recorded Cowboy Mouth performance of “Jenny Says” (available for a full, free listen on the band’s website), vocalist Fred LeBlanc announces: “When the world is coming down, we’re gonna play a solo.” That slim statement — a twist on a key line in the song’s chorus — is…
By now, even deaf invalids are sick to death of mash-ups — those annoying DJ cuts that smear the vocal tracks of one song over the instrumentals of another. Looks like it’s time to take the whole concept to the next level: a band that crams together the tunes of…
When playing together, Scooter and Lavelle Dupree, the duo better known as San Diego’s LSDJs, possess a chemistry that’s more than simply two DJs taking turns at the turntables. Scooter and Lavelle met while playing out in San Diego. After constantly finding themselves being booked to perform at the same…
Let’s bowl, let’s bowl, let’s rock and roll. Okay, maybe Grease 2 song lyrics don’t do justice to the entertainment venue slated to open late next month, but Lucky Strike Lanes, which will take over 20,500 square feet on the third floor of the Denver Pavilions, is building plenty of…
I just find that I learn more and more from the reality of stuff and how you should, like, take it,” says Bright Channel’s Jeff Suthers, philosophically, his forehead furrowed in puzzlement. “You can get too wrapped up in stuff and take it way too seriously.” Upon listening to Bright…
Getting ahold of Warren Haynes is tricky. Understandably, he likes to keep a low profile. For the past few years he’s been touring pretty much non-stop, playing leap-frog between the current incarnations of the Allman Brothers and the Dead, not to mention fronting his own band, Gov’t Mule. Such a…
Earlier this year, Interscope exec Jimmy Iovine suggested that Page Hamilton assemble a band to wring a few dollars out of the retired Helmet name. Hamilton obliged, enlisting Orange 9mm’s Chris Traynor to take on guitar and bass duties and White Zombie skinsman John Tempesta to sit behind the kit…
If you have to rip someone off, at least shoot for the good shit. New York City’s the Exit picks some great bands to plagiarize, but oddly enough, the trio covets its victims’ more lackluster work: U2’s October, the Police’s Synchronicity, Bad Brains’ I Against I. One man’s trash, though,…
Young Buck (born David Brown) isn’t twice as valuable as 50 Cent, his benefactor, but neither is his rapping seven-ninths less worthy because he’s only eaten two pieces of lead compared to the esteemed Mr. Cent’s nine. Rather, he’s a dynamic, if derivative, performer who’s got a ways to go…
Today’s rap game is suffocating in the stale humidity produced by a slew of blowhard MCs. As sweat seeps through its pores like slow lava, out of nowhere appears the Pharcyde with an ice-cold pitcher of Arnold Palmers and a platter of fresh fruit in the form of Humboldt Beginnings…
Whether you consider her a peddler of pretentious twaddle or an endless font of pure Icelandic genius, you have to give Bjrk credit for eschewing safe options. No other platinum-selling diva has had the guts to forge paths as idiosyncratic as those followed by this charismatic artist over the past…
Tim Kasher just isn’t himself today. No big surprise coming from the leader of Cursive, a group in which Kasher exhibits entire textbooks of sociopathic ills — not to mention an uncontrollable urge to narrate in tongues, juggle identities and reference himself as someone who tends to reference himself a…
Back in the days when high-quality recording technology was beyond the means of nearly every unsigned musician, homemade discs often cloaked the quality of the artists who produced them behind tape hiss and iffy mixes. Joshua Novak’s new EP isn’t quite that rough a listen, but foggy sonics make it…
Watching Vaux (appearing Friday, September 17, at Rock Island) play in a basement years ago, you’d never have guessed that this is where they’d wind up. The group was called Eiffel then, and while its brand of hook-laden emo was clearly more ambitious than most, the players’ visceral, subterranean intensity…
It’s not uncommon for readers to weigh in on Westword stories. But it is unusual for someone to respond to a story seven years after it was published. Jeep Macnichol, who used to keep time for the Samples, recently sent former Backbeat editor Michael Roberts a letter taking issue with…
Slick Rick (aka Ricky Walters) was the centerpiece of hip-hop’s golden era, that period of time after Run-DMC had its success and before MC Hammer started dancing for Kentucky Fried Chicken. In 1988 he released The Great Adventures of Slick Rick, a masterpiece filled with witty lyrics and the MC’s…
The latest disc from Ministry, Houses of the Molé, may be only a small step forward from 1992’s thrash-industrial classic, Psalm 69, but it’s a quantum leap from 1995’s flaccid Filth Pig. Main Minister Al Jourgensen claims he can only write good songs when there’s a Republican in the White…
Back when simple-minded slogans like “Just Say No” inspired more laughter than allegiance, the Butthole Surfers charged head-first into the dilated eye of the storm, conjuring nightmares of Nancy Reagan breast-feeding the Pope with her hair on fire. Ah, the early days, when a live Surfers set guaranteed strobe lights,…
If rock critics were hunters, it’d be Scissor Sisters season right now. Ever since its flamboyant self-titled debut went platinum in the U.K. earlier this year, the Gotham-based quintet has been the target of just about every brush-off and put-down in the music-journalist arsenal. To set the record straight: Yes,…
