Soylent Green, in the sci-fi flick of the same name, was the government-dispensed food product made out of (surprise!) people. Similarly, the music of New Orleans’s Soilent Green could pass for the agonizing crunch of a hundred thousand human corpses being pulped in a mammoth meat grinder. The quintet’s fifth…
Being pals with Jack White can’t hurt one’s musical career. Just ask Brendan Benson, whose recent collaboration with the Raconteurs, White’s latest side project, is being hyped as Detroit’s answer to Nevermind. Back on planet Earth, however, Benson has already enjoyed the erratic career of a self-absorbed singer-songwriter, one who’s…
The late-’90s success of Erykah Badu figuratively opened the door for women who prefer bold, thoughtful R&B to the cleavage-exploiting, azz-shaking approach popularized by lowest-common-denominator hip-hoppers. To date, only a few females have found commercial success by following her example, and maintaining it has proven to be even tougher, as…
The Journey you’re thinking of no longer exists. That Journey — which had Steve Perry singing alongside four guys whose names you probably never knew — is long gone. Of course, Journey existed before Perry, but its first three albums delivered zero hits, which is why manager Herbie Herbert hired…
A quartet masquerading as a trio, Garage A Trois sounds a lot better than it looks on paper. The biggest name in the band is guitarist Charlie Hunter, a legit jazzbo (he’s spent much of his career recording for Blue Note), albeit a notably accessible one. In contrast, saxophonist/keyboardist Skerik,…
The Trampolines formed in February 2004 as an acoustic collaboration between Ordinary Poets’ Mark Sundermeier (left) and Losing November’s Chris Stake. By the following January, after a year of performing as a duo, the Trampolines officially became a full-fledged band, with the addition of former Battery Park keyboardist Todd Davis…
It’s often difficult for musicians to separate the music from whatever drama is consuming their lives. But when an artist leads a particularly interesting life, the outside influence can be a good thing. Take, for instance, Miss Honey Dijon. The fact that this New York-based DJ is a transsexual should…
Wobbling on antique Schwinns and dressed in vintage shades and button-up shirts, Michael Daboll and Matt Hunt are riding down Broadway looking like extras from the set of an old B-movie. It’s a humid afternoon in early July, and the two members of the Omens are arriving at the Irish…
Last fall, Immortal Technique came through Denver as part of a voter-registration-themed tour called Stand Up and Be Counted. As he urged young people to make their voices heard in the 2004 election, little did the Peruvian-born, Harlem-bred MC — who’s known for his scathing criticism of the Bush administration…
Back in 1983, Blackie Lawless claimed to be an animal who fucked like a beast. But today, it seems that the W.A.S.P. frontman is really just an asshole who fucks people over. In one night, this relic from the Revlon era managed to enrage any enthusiasts he might have had…
Now that even Grandma gets Dave Chappelle’s goof on Lil Jon, crunk faces the challenge of all overexposed genres: how to stay relevant. One way, of course, is through the time-honored bid for “artistic growth.” But when it’s Atlanta’s Ying Yang Twins talking about such matters, you have to worry…
“Whenever, Wherever,” Shakira’s 2001 English-language breakthrough, managed to irritate much of the planet’s populace, thanks to its moronic hook and singing that seemed to emulate the bleat of a sheep stuck in a barbed-wire fence. Thank goodness Fijación Oral isn’t nearly that ba-a-a-a-d. The Spanish half of a planned two-disc…
With Blinking Lights, the reliably melancholic and irresistibly melodic Eels deliver a packed-to-the-gills, two-disc album that roams roads both worn and new. Songs worth pulling over for include the wistfully shimmering “In the Yard, Behind the Church,” the nursery-school-sweet “The Stars Shine in the Sky Tonight” and the knee-pumping “Hey…
Forget neo-soul: Jamie Lidell resurrects the old school so effortlessly you barely notice that Multiply is essentially a one-man orchestra of expressive electronic splicing and dicing. Wielding a voice that alternates between gruff Otis Redding purrs and tight James Brown breakdowns (with moments of Prince’s pre-Jehovah’s Witness sonic orgasming thrown…
When bands in the ’90s like Grade and Boy Sets Fire first employed a jarring mix of tuneful whining and cathartic screams, it felt like a smack in the face — the good kind. Since then, the recipe’s become as rote as reality TV, with the same sense of fabricated…
Truth be told, most bands here and elsewhere fall into a few narrow categories. Planetary Nebula, in contrast, busts through descriptive barriers with aplomb, and the combo’s unpredictability makes Ornamental a lively listen. The group’s instrumentation is hardly radical: two guitars, bass and drums intermittently supplemented by saxophone, cornet, strings…
World Leader Pretend, Punches (Warner Bros.). There is a land where rock groups care more about marketing themselves and aiming for the Coldplay-listening demographic than, well, rocking. World Leader Pretend is its secretary-general. Some advice: No matter how hip you think irony is, it’s never a good idea to put…
As indicated by George Is On, a just-released set on the Thrive imprint, Ali “Dubfire” Shirazinia and Sharam Tayebi are eager to cross over by any means necessary. The package’s blatantly commercial ploys include the dubious “Flashing for Money,” which mashes together “Flashdance,” the twosome’s irresistible club fave from last…
More people have heard Holly Golightly duet with Jack White on “It’s True That We Love One Another,” a highlight of the White Stripes’ 2003 disc Elephant, than have checked out any of the dozen or so discs she’s released under her own name. Yet she doesn’t appear to chafe…
What do Willie Nelson and Wayne Coyne of the Flaming Lips have in common? Besides resin-caked brainstems, both legends have handpicked the same unknown singer-songwriter as an opening act: Travis Graves, otherwise known as Mt. Egypt. And while his upcoming sophomore disc, Perspectives, is already sparking up a buzz on…
Younger generations have come to view the Jack Daniel’s-guzzling, copious-drug-abusing, groupie-violating rock lifestyle as a myth, an impossibility in the age of political correctness, wuss-tastic indie rock, debilitating STDs, an overriding respect for human life, and common sense. But Mtley Crüe once embodied it, and now, incredibly, appears hell-bent on…
Ian Svenonius has been many things to many people. But mostly, the enigmatic frontman of Weird War has served as a source of emulation. While every outfit he’s been involved with over the past fifteen years, from Nation of Ulysses to Cupid Car Club to the Make-Up, has met with…
