Singer-songwriter Marc Cohn admits that his first visit to Colorado since August 2005, when he was shot during an attempted carjacking, has been weighing on him. “I would be lying if I said I didn’t have a little bit of anxiety about it,” he concedes. Cohn was returning to his…
Cred Sheet is a periodic gauge of cultural stimuli for those unwilling or unable to think about such shit for a living. (Note: These people are often smarter and better compensated than those who are willing and able.) It seeks to be a reliable font of valuable info and ostensible…
Cradle of Filth has been polarizing metalheads for fifteen years. While the British band’s fan base goes rabid for its symphonically pomptastic black/thrash song-suites, others just loathe the group. Hardcore black-metal fans resent the act for getting lumped in with their hermetic and surly genre, accurately claiming that no group…
Who was the first well-educated white smartass who realized the comic potential of hip-hop? No one knows for sure, but the prank-filled legacies of the Beastie Boys and the Bloodhound Gang are in good hands with MC Lars, a California native who uses his laptop raps to gleefully piss all…
Guitarist/vocalist Michael Pace, bassist/vocalist Adam Rizer and drummer Dan Fetherston, known collectively as Oxford Collapse, don’t sound like every other buzz band that’s emerged from Brooklyn over the past several years. Instead, they recall far-flung buzz bands from days gone by on Remember the Night Parties, their debut for the…
The shtickiness of Porsches on the Autobahn (joined at Bender’s by Mr. Pacman) argues against taking the alleged “facts” about this musical vehicle as gospel. For instance, the group’s members supposedly hail from Germany — a background that, if it were true, might lend a certain legitimacy to their cheeky…
A dog can only gnaw on the same bone for so long before it finally dawns on the old boy that he needs something substantive in his belly. Likewise, when the alt-country outfit Slobberbone called it quits in 2004, Brent Best realized he needed something a bit more significant to…
Buckcherry does a more convincing Guns N’ Roses these days than Guns itself. Rising up from the same sleazy Sunset Strip gutters that spawned Axl Rose and company, Buckcherry debuted in 1999 with a decadent single titled “Lit Up,” which contained the memorable refrain “I love the cocaine, I love…
Greeley Estates hails from Phoenix, Arizona, rather than the Weld County town known more for its smells than its sounds — but that hasn’t stopped Coloradans from embracing the act. The quintet has only been around since 2002, but it’s already made a splash in punk-metal circles, with stints on…
Team Awesome! knows what fun is all about. Like grownups attempting to recapture their youthful exuberance, the Awesome! ones approach their celebratory indie pop like an adolescent-minded PBS program. The group’s jaunty, lighthearted songs are all about love, crushes, rocket ships, dogs, board games, robots — the sorts of things…
The Heyday is still wet behind the ears. Nine. That’s the number of shows that the Heyday has actually played. In this week’s Beatdown, I speculated that number was fewer than fifty. And before the ink was even dry on that column, I received an e-mail from Heyday bassist Pete…
Oh you broke my heart, but you saved my life that day that you walked right out the door. So just stay away ’cause I just can’t take the thought of you coming back for more. The saline-drenched mewlings of a jilted ex-lover, or a lament to unrequited love torn…
Shhh. Don’t say the C-word. In the secular world, it’s like a scarlet letter. Just ask Alice Cooper. The venerable shock rocker was once quoted as saying, “Drinking beer is easy. Trashing your hotel room is easy. But being a Christian, that’s a tough call. That’s rebellion.” Indeed. Christianity truly…
Joe Bonamassa is caught between the blues and a hard place. A nouveau bluesman, he favors a hybrid blues-rock sound that employs simple song structures and puts the emphasis on powerful fretwork. Such an approach was fresh back in the ’60s, when British players such as John Mayall, Jeff Beck…
In March, the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame will see the induction of Patti Smith, R.E.M., Van Halen, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, and the Ronettes. These blessed few will be inducted in an extravagant ceremony full of hirsute paunches, stale pot smoke and enough Ben-Gay to choke…
January 9 was a day of contrasts for singer-songwriter Ron Sexsmith. Mere hours before an evening-ending show at a small club in Hoboken, New Jersey, he co-starred on an episode of Conan O’Brien’s NBC chat program with pompadoured troglodyte Donald Trump. “I didn’t get to meet him,” the ultra-polite Canuck…
Alice Cooper would be wealthy beyond his wildest dreams if every corpse-painted, absurdly theatrical band that has walked the earth since 1969 paid him royalties. Even at his most shocking, though, Cooper couldn’t hold a candle to guys like Varg Vikernes, who upped the lurid-extreme ante by murdering Euronymous, the…
For decades, mild-mannered Bill Stevenson has been twiddling the knobs for punk-n-ska acts like Less Than Jake and Lagwagon at his Fort Collins compound, his “Drum Ogre” alter ego held secret by his bandmates in Black Flag, the Descendants and All. Recently, Converge guitarist Aaron Dalbec and singer Russ Rankin…
Aging vampires with dunlops spilling out over their PVC stretch pants: The prospect is nauseating, and helps explain the high turnover rate in the world of technogoth. The balding Sisters of Mercy, for instance, are touring on gamey material produced before the Crüxshadows ever plugged in a cord. Trent Reznor,…
Singer-songwriter/visual artist Piers Faccini, who’ll share the stage with Nanci Griffith during a Boulder Theater e-town taping prior to headlining at the Walnut Room several days later, is frequently likened to Jack Johnson and Ben Harper, which makes sense; JP Plunier, who produced Faccini’s latest disc, Tearing Sky, has worked…
In the past fifteen years or so, increasing numbers of people have tried their hand at re-creating the sounds of traditional American music, to mostly mixed results. So when someone as talented and proficient as Charlie Parr does Americana so convincingly, you can’t help but stand up and take note…
Willie Waldman came alive on Death Row. Upon moving to L.A. in 1994, he was introduced to Snoop Dogg, who enlisted the trumpeter to join him in the studio. Waldman’s work with the D-O-double-G led to subsequent sessions with Tha Dogg Pound and 2Pac. A few years later, he met…
