Dear Palisades, Do you like me? Please check yes or no. I know we don’t know each other very well, but with your bubblegum charm and my awkward posture, I think that we could make a good team. Whenever I listen to your sweet pop melodies, it makes me daydream…
Tell us, Mr. Dolby, how did she blind you with science? Did it hurt? Or maybe your 1983 chart-topping synth-pop hit, “She Blinded Me With Science,” was meant to be understood as a metaphor — where “blinded” really means “bedazzled,” and “science” can be substituted for “her wicked perm and/or…
Experimental Dental School is the band that would play prom — that is, if the prom was on Mars and the student body was made up of pre-pubescent space aliens. Distilling polished hipster dance rock, the Oakland-based trio filters the likes of Adult. and Mates of State down to simple…
Kill Rock Stars is owned by a man named Slim Moon who has better taste in music than you do. His ears are irrefutably sharp: The KRS roster is a dense handbook on indie-underground innovators and breakthrough wonders ranging from Sleater-Kinney and Elliott Smith to the Gossip and Xiu Xiu…
The formula is simple: Add Sabbath to Zeppelin and multiply by Hendrix. The result — as every snooty writer from Vice to NME to Rolling Stone has concluded — is Wolfmother, an Australian band three decades too late. But really, the math doesn’t add up. Wolfmother is much too cheery…
Women of the world, unite! There’s a magical land where a gal can show as much T&A as she wants without having to worry about inappropriate ass-grabbing or creepy old-guy leers from across the bar. Yes, this land truly exists, and after spending a night there, even the hottest of…
Screamo is so, like, two years ago. Snotty, screeching vocals and wizard-tech guitar has mostly been abandoned by the underground (save for those adorable hangers-on) and cast aside for the unholy depths of slow and heavy musical montages. Doom metal is hot — as in fires-of-hell hot. And that’s where…
When it rains, it pours, and for Portland-based Kind of Like Spitting, it’s been a never-ending drizzle of singer-songwriter wishy-wash. Ben Barnett spat out the first incarnation of Kind of Like Spitting nearly a decade ago and has kept the dream alive with rotating members both on and off the…
Revolting Cocks are a rivethead’s wet dream. The act has been retrofitted again and again with some of industrial music’s elite since its inception in 1985 by Al Jourgensen (that guy from Ministry), Richard 23 (that other guy from Front 242) and Luc Van Acker (a Belgian). Although Van Acker…
Everything is beautiful all the time. Say it again: Everything is beautiful all the time. If ever there was a collection of words that were meant to be together, it would be those six. And if ever there was a band that could aurally and successfully embody that mantra, it…
What the world needs is more white people playing rock music, because frankly, there are just not enough third- and fourth-generation garage-rock bands to go around anymore. The rations of Clash-meets-Gang-of-Four up-tempo crack is running low — and dammit, the kids aren’t all right. Thank heavens, then, for the Rakes,…
Oh, wretched world, where have all the goth nights gone? In Club Scout’s twinkie days, black was the new black, and the best clubs were makeshift warehouses cloaked in clouds of clove-cigarette smoke. The boys wore latex dresses and the girls bled mascara — and how melodramatic it was to…
Naming your band after an animal is an easy way to get instant recognition, even if the band being recognized is another, more popular one with a similar-sounding name. Oh, you’re in Wolf Sphincter? Yeah, I’ve heard of that — or maybe I’m just confusing you with the Wolves, Wolf…
Art Brut has spent most of its short career being lauded by the British press as too-cool Johnny Rotten types ripe with delicious sarcasm and satire. The act’s first single was the matter-of-factly titled “Formed a Band,” in which lead vocalist Eddie Argos squeals, “Formed a band/Look at us, we…
Baby clothes in cardboard boxes, old coffee mugs stacked like Jenga towers, VCRs with Animal House stuck in the player and 25-cent price tags as far as the eye can see. It’s garage-sale season. And what’s better than browsing through other people’s junk? Getting nicely toasted while browsing through other…
On the cool kids’ calendar, Tuesday has been pretty dead. It’s been the night of the week to stay in and update blogs and take self-portraits with the digital camera. But then some surveyors of the scene realized that all that free time was being wasted. “People are used to…
Boysetsfire is still a band? Apparently, yes. Bred in Newark, Delaware, the quintet has been shucking out albums for the past decade and racking up as many travel miles as that damn Frontier Airlines dolphin. The Boys are now bearded men, and after burning through four different labels, they’ve settled…
Goatwhore really gets around. Based in New Orleans, where all devilishly good-and-evil music comes from, the four-piece death-metal group boasts guitarist Sammy Duet (of the now-defunct Acid Bath) and lead growler Ben Falgoust (who moonlights with Soilent Green). Rounded out by drummer Zach Simmons — who replaced Zak Nolan –…
Cowboy Curse ain’t full of cowboys, nor does the band curse (very much). The three-piece is made up of two guys — Ben Bergstrand and Tyler Campo, who sing like girls — and Erin Tidwell, a girl who drums like, well, a beat-keeping madwoman. The Curse plays pop like socially…
Today in history, Robert Oppenheimer — daddy to the atomic bomb — was born in 1904; in 1915, Germany first used chlorine gas cylinders in World War I as a weapon against the French army at Ypres; and in 1970, during the Nixon years, the first Earth Day was celebrated…
Who listens to smooth jazz? Sick people in medical-office waiting rooms and 7News anchorwoman Bertha Lynn, for starters. After Jazz@Jack’s relocated from Platte Street to the Denver Pavilions (500 16th Street, #320, to be exact), Lynn cheerily employed her broadcasting skills as emcee/local-celeb-photo-op at the grand-opening party two weekends ago…
There are some welcome new twists at Tryst Lounge (1512 Larimer Street). On Tuesdays, the non-smoking juice joint at the edge of LoDo now hosts an open bar from 5 p.m. to midnight. Yeah, that’s an open bar, as in open-up-your-liver-for-sweet-liquid-damage. But like crashing a wedding for the booze and…
