Music

An Angle’s Kris Anaya knows how to stick to a theme. The name of the latest disc by his “band” (a rotating lineup of pals and co-conspirators) is We Can Breathe Under Alcohol, and to make sure no one thinks the title was chosen at random, he kicks off “Green…

As disciples of the same Georgia music scene that spawned Col. Bruce Hampton and Widespread Panic, Outformation embraces the philosophy that rock can be both inventive and down to earth. Known for lead guitarist and vocalist Sam Holt’s ties to Panic (he doubles as a guitar tech for the act),…

Standing somewhere between the root pop of Poi Dog Pondering and a Louisiana zydeco outing, Donna the Buffalo serves up a simmering blend of Cajun, folk, rock and even country-tinged fare. The road-tested group weaves these influences together for an eminently enjoyable oeuvre that it’s been forging for nearly two…

You can’t really soften up the image of a train, but you can power a train on 4/4 and 6/8 rhythms and keep it rolling on tingly mandolins, chilly violins and the rollicking ramblings of dobro, guitar and banjo. A big powerhouse train with an enormous heart — that’s Railroad…

Banyan is an alt-rock graveyard for musicians from the era of Cindy Crawford, Wayne’s World and those nonsensical No Fear T-shirts. Tagged — and printed on every one of its albums — as the brainchild of former Jane’s Addiction/Porno for Pyros drummer Stephen Perkins, the supergroup has featured such blasts…

The last album from experimental duo George & Caplin, the self-released Electronic Eulogy (From Morse Code Infinity), was a powerful and tempo-changing burst of introspective energy that strategically employed minimalist vocals for ambience. Although equally sparse, the hushed, monotone vocals that appear on a handful of tracks on Things Past…

During a 1998 interview with Westword, Kool Keith came across as so generally unhinged that he seemed well on his way to becoming a permanent resident of a mental ward. But surprise, surprise: Although Keith hasn’t turned into “Black Elvis,” as he predicted on a 1999 album, he’s still offering…

Shortly after forming in Denver during summer break in 1999, Lotus headed for northern Indiana, where the band’s members — twins Luke and Jesse Miller, guitarist Mike Rempel and drummer Steve Clemens — were enrolled at Goshen College. Since then, they’ve made a point of returning to Colorado frequently, where…

Unless you’re a barfly or an Enzyte stockholder, “stiff” isn’t a very fetching adjective. At best, it connotes cold reserve and efficiency; at worst, it means corpse. And yet stiff will go down as the prevalent rock descriptor of the early ’00s, when the Strokes and Interpol appropriated plenty of…

Adolescence is a scam, a pigeonhole chiseled out by sneaky shrinks and marketing strategists. Any sane human knows firsthand that sexuality starts far before puberty and that the need to pound beers and pop zits lasts way past pre-adulthood. Likewise, it’d be asinine to dismiss music of the Milkshakes as…

In the 1990s, Junior Sanchez was one of America’s seminal house artists. Incorporating elements of disco, funk and soul, Sanchez’s sound was as smooth as it was infectious and funky. Through constant touring and the release of dozens of singles, the New York DJ became the face of that city’s…

The archetypal rock band has one golden rule: No girlfriends/boyfriends allowed. Few couples can survive the asphalted adventures of touring, and fewer still can endure the even more harrowing experience of actually being in a band with one another. It’s usually a contentious John Lennon/ Yoko Ono ordeal or an…

Todd Park Mohr is done making albums. Take it easy: That’s albums, not music. In fact, Cabeza Grande’s recent output has increased dramatically, as a visit to Big Head Todd and the Monsters’ website will attest. Back in November, Mohr and company — bassist Rob Squires, drummer Brian Nevin and…

INXS bassist Garry Beers admits that J.D. Fortune, a contestant on last year’s reality-TV series Rock Star: INXS, didn’t make a great initial impression on either the general public or the band, whose search for a new singer provided the premise for the show. “He was in the bottom three…

She Wants Revenge’s Justin Warfield and Adam Bravin have been on the music scene for more than a decade. The L.A. DJ/producers have crossed paths many times but only recently found a way to turn their love of American soul, break-dancing records and ’80s music into a tense, percolating amalgam…

The novelty song, be it “Monster Mash,” “Fish Heads” or “Eat It,” has always been a staple of the adolescent male. But sometimes the funniest songs are made by stone-faced men — and these men should not be congratulated. When Disco D (working with a collaborator whom we shall call…

Attending an Aimee Mann show is no different than flipping a coin. Some nights she’s on — clouds part, angels sing and souls are saved — and others, well, you’re left scratching your head as to why you didn’t just order Thai takeout instead. Let’s hope the recent release of…

I’ve seen the future of hippie music, and it’s called Sound Tribe Sector 9. Moreover, this phrase isn’t nearly as much of a backhanded insult as it initially appears. Sure, the Atlanta-based quintet is beloved by the I-swear-hemp-underwear-doesn’t-itch crowd, which helps explain why the group has seemingly performed in Colorado…

Every roots-reggae outfit has paid homage to R&B legend Curtis Mayfield — including the Meditations, a harmony trio that spun out of rocksteady act the Linkers. Formed in 1973 by Channel One Studio duo Ansel Cridland (a former racetrack jockey) and Danny Clarke, the Meditations likewise boast fellow Kingstonian and…

Duncan Sheik emerged in the mid-’90s as the hyper-sensitive balladeer responsible for the inescapable, saccharine-drenched lite-rock staple “Barely Breathing,” which contained the shmaltzy refrain “I only taste the saline when I kiss away your tears.” Sheik was Howie Day before Howie Day. After that, by all conventional wisdom, Sheik should…

It’d be a lot more fun to write this item if Aerosmith had flat-out gone to hell. Then there’d be no reason not to note that Steven Tyler is more of a fashion disaster than Paris Hilton these days. (Enough with the scarves, dude. They make people think you’re about…