Music

There may very well be something terribly wrong with the members of Speedealer. “Everybody in this band is pretty pissed off,” says bassist Rich Mullins. “I think our attitude is that in order for something to rock, you have to really mean it. Jeff calls it ‘a tremendous amount of…

Denver-born trumpeter Shane Endsley migrated this summer from balmy, laid-back Los Angeles to dense, teeming Brooklyn so he can be closer to his fiancée — and to New York’s fertile experimental-music scene. For some people, such a move might have been a shock to the system. But at age 27,…

Statewide drought be damned, releases from Colorado musicians continue to flow into local retail bins — and the mailboxes of Backbeat writers. In the first installment of a two-part batch of reviews, we focus on artists whose names fall into the first half of the alphabet; see next week’s issue…

The word “mature” keeps cropping up in positive reviews of this disc –mature songwriting, mature arrangements, mature subject matter, mature performances — and such references are apt. But maturity isn’t the most scintillating quality: It doesn’t quicken the pulse or trigger the endorphins, and it can easily slide into less…

There is a secret history of British new wave. Beneath the cosmetic facade of Boy George and Adam Ant lurked a legion of post-punk misfits — champions of cheap guitars, thrift-store glamour and reckless experimentation. Behind every Duran Duran was the spiky funk of the Pop Group; behind every Bow…

Prior to August 2001, Jesse Morreale’s experience with law-related matters was primarily limited to scanning concert contract riders for gratuitous requests — sussing out, for example, whether or not performers really needed eight pounds of jelly beans delivered to their dressing room before a show. But over the past year,…

Golden is the most modest indie supergroup imaginable. The band, which appears on Tuesday, August 13, at the 15th Street Tavern alongside Rye Coalition, Kind of Like Spitting and the Gravity Index, sports an impressive underground pedigree. Alex Minoff, who splits singing and guitar-playing duties with Ian Eagleson, has logged…

Depending on how you look at it, Transhypnotic is Denver’s Devo — or maybe just a bunch of guys who like wearing funny outfits and crafting clever music. Playground Politics, the band’s debut, is a curious, spacey oddity that blends arena-rock riffage with synth pop and new-wave-style angularity. Transhypnotic’s three…

Must be something about Monterrey. Picture it: Every year, the Mexican soccer league has two seasons, winter and summer, and before each season kicks off, excitement abounds in all of Mexico’s stadiums. Nowhere, though, is the electricity more palpable than in Monterrey, which puts on a jubilant, colorful celebration, complete…

As the opening credits roll, the film’s soundtrack slowly fades in. On the screen, Kevin Kline shuts off his alarm and stumbles around in Fruit of the Looms as the audience hears a pleasant, bongo-led melody. Two male singers vocalize prettily, their harmonies dancing around each other, joining up occasionally…

Coming from a band that’s known for playing hotheaded punk — aggressive, but ever mindful of the importance of melody — Wretch Like Me’s ambitious new album, I Am Become Death, is a little disconcerting. “You kind of get bored playing three chords,” says singer Abe Brennan. “It’s kind of…

Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots is the Flaming Lips’ second disc since reimagining themselves on 1997’s Zaireeka. It’s casually electronic and curiously acoustic, with sounds from either end of the musical spectrum crashing in the middle and collapsing into smiling, sad piles of overcast optimism and, as leader Wayne Coyne…

Japanese taiko drumming is an art form that is as visual as it is auditory. Kodo’s army of drummers, sinewy and scantily clad in traditional costume, muscle 882-pound drums in perfectly choreographed unison while participating in a complex piece of performance art that is equal parts athletic performance and spiritual…

There are a number of reasons to marvel over Alisha Sweeney. At 22, she’s just graduated from the journalism department at the University of Colorado at Boulder with her second bachelor’s degree in five years. She’s an artist preparing for her first gallery show: “art Projects” will be on display…

The Damnations are proof that a great band name can bite you on the butt. Half Mad Moon, the Austin, Texas, group’s 1999 debut for Sire, is one of the best twang-and-roll records of the past few years. Highlighted by the haunting, Appalachians-in-leather harmonies of sisters Amy Boone (bass and…

Sin Desires Marie really doesn’t belong here. The band’s compelling mutation of aggression, melody and intelligence has a hard time finding a niche in Denver’s testicle-heavy punk and emo scenes. Even after being personally invited by Fugazi to open one of its sold-out shows at the Ogden last year, Yoon…

In Say It Loud!, an ambitious VH1 documentary about the musical accomplishments of African-Americans during the past century, LL Cool J talks about his first rush of fame. Stardom struck him full force at age seventeen, when his thrillingly cocky debut album, 1985’s Radio, became one of the biggest smashes…

Arthel “Doc” Watson, the legendary folk singer and guitarist, answers the phone at his home in Deep Gap, North Carolina, where he lives with his wife, Rosa Lee. “Hello,” he says. “Who is this?” I state my name and purpose and inquire how he’s doing. “If I complain,” he says…

What happens when a bunch of bona fide band geeks go on vacation? For members of Drum Corps International, the answer often involves a lot of cramming into confined spaces, public airing of bodily functions, plenty of communal nudity and a whole lot of marching around in funny hats. Each…

Like most of Paul Westerberg’s post-Replacements work, Stereo and Mono are most listenable when the artist conveys vulnerability without the sappiness he often mistakes for maturity. The curiously named Stereo, essentially a solo project featuring sparse instrumentation and slower tempos, sports the most effective examples of Westerberg at his post-Winona-dating…

Even before my first spin of Fed to Your Head had ended, I sensed that the album would inspire strongly contradictory feelings, and a brief prowl across the Internet confirmed my suspicions. An online reviewer at ink19.com likened Scorched Earth to “a third-rate Lenny Kravitz” and concluded with comments that…