Paper Bird just put the finishing touches on a brand new disc. We recently had the privilege of giving it some advance spins, and wowee, wait til you hear it! Simply adorable (natch), the new EP, titled A Sky Underground, will be unveiled to the world at large this Wednesday,…
The Church w/Adam Franklin & Bolts of Melody Thursday, June 18th, 2009 The Gothic Theatre, Englewood Better Than: A show you’d normally expect from a band 29 years into its career. Adam Franklin’s bass player had to perform sitting down due to a broken foot, which may have had something…
Es-Nine of 3 the Hardway is one of most talented hip-hop producers in the state — just listen to the Set in Stone album if you need proof. Now the producer is offering up a collection of instrumentals showing a more laid back side of his production style. The collection,…
The Denver music scene lost another major contributor over the weekend as DJ/producer/promoter Mike Wilson — better known as Mike Honcho and/or Meka One — was found dead at home by his roommate. Mike was well known and well loved within the electronic music community — this 24-page thread over…
Turned in an economy version of the show last night. No guests, no co-host. Not much to report really. Just one guy, one mike and two dozen handpicked tunes. Where was my faithful sidekick, you ask? Why Mr. Thomas had a show last night at the Larimer Lounge, as he…
Fresh off their homemade, sandwich-board-wearing stint at Showcase, the Epilogues are getting ready to embark on a short tour of the West Coast by way of the Pacific Northwest, and to kick things off, as you’ve probably deduced from the headline and the above graphic, the act is playing a…
Adam Franklin is well known for his role as the singer and guitarist in Swervedriver. His work in post-Swervedriver projects such as Toshack Highway, Magnetic Morning and his solo work, however, shows a remarkable breadth of musical imagination and a wealth of sonic ideas that reveal dimensions of talent outside…
Twenty-nine years into its career, the Church recently released Untitled #23, one of its most accomplished works in an already remarkable string of albums over the last decade. We had a chance to have a candid conversation about the band’s music, the true meaning of artistic significance and its dazzling…
3OH!3 has officially achieved ubiquity. The duo performed live yesterday on MTV’s It’s On with Alexa Chung. The guys are featured among people.com’s hottest bachelors. Oh, and in actual music news, “Don’t Trust Me” has reached the number five spot on Billboard’s top 40 chart. As the Boulder ballers — due at this…
At the regional Air Guitar Championship, everything is ridiculous. There’s a guy onstage wearing a fur vest and a rhinestone handgun belt buckle, taking shots of Jack Daniels and diddling the air three inches in front of his crotch. But the most ridiculous part is less what’s going on tonight…
When Johnny Hill first picked up a guitar, he probably never figured that being murdered would end up being a boon to his career, much less that he would enjoy the experience. “It was fun,” declares the Skyfox frontman. “We got covered in blood, meat and poo.” Cleary, Hill isn’t…
A sweet little blonde straddled the drummer while he played “Margaritaville,” but somehow he was able to lay down a steady beat while she rode his lap like a mechanical bull. And this was after she’d dirty-danced and rubbed up against everyone else in the band at the Frontier Club…
These days, any two-piece, blues-based rock band is compared to the White Stripes instead of the Flat Duo Jets. But American Relay really doesn’t sound like either of those bands, though it shares similar roots with the energetically playful jangle of R.L. Burnside and the freewheeling exuberance of Howlin’ Wolf…
When the Church formed in Australia in 1980, its ringing, soaring post-punk should’ve made it as big as, say, Echo & the Bunnymen. Of course, the Church did reach that level of success in its home country on the back of early hits like “The Unguarded Moment,” which also happens…
As far as we know, a starmaker/Svengali didn’t have anything to do with the formation of Hey Monday, currently touring with Stereo Skyline, the Bigger Lights, the Friday Night Boys and This Providence. But the Florida group’s members seem to have been as carefully cast for their roles as the…
Deriving its name from a song by Japanese art terrorists Hanatarash, Minneapolis’s Cock E.S.P. is one of the premier noise bands in the United States. The trio, which counts among its collaborators Thurston Moore and Merzbow, has inflicted its mixture of power electronics, field recordings, white noise and distorted ambient…
With her 2009 release, I Can Wonder What You Did With Your Day, Julie Doiron continues the sonic arithmetic she began in 2007 with Woke Myself Up. Doiron joins forces once again with former Eric’s Trip bandmate Rick White for an amalgam of the low-key folk meanderings common to her…
Unlike the series of interchangeable reality-show heroines of the same name, this particular Bachelorette — New Zealander Annabell Alpers — isn’t constantly surrounded by randy dudes eager for hot-tubbing, hooking up or any other activity that might earn them a little extra camera time. In the studio, she’s a one-woman…
Fell mastermind Josh Wambeke spends much of this new album in deadly earnest, Beck-circa-Sea Change depressive space-folk mode, which would probably be welcome if he didn’t seem so content to coast on opiated guitar strums and bland reverb-heavy vocals. Atmosphere at the expense of melody is the eternal Achilles’ heel…
Nervesandgel’s albums are incredibly varied; sometimes they tend toward pop exploration, other times it’s an exercise in the avant-garde. It Was All Just a Waste leans toward the latter. Opening track “Her Presence Was Felt by All” starts with shaped white noise that evolves into a dark, menacing electronic song…
“They say it gets better with time,” Eric Sanders sings on “They Say All Kinds of Things,” It Ain’t All About You’s fourth cut — and in this case, whoever the hell “they” are is right. The first three tracks initially underwhelm, and no wonder, since two of them feature…
The quotient for another undistinguishable, melodic hard-rock outfit made up of pretty boys has been filled: Fulcrum is here. On Quack, we’re treated to six tracks of generic, repetitive guitar riffs, tough-yet-sensitive vocals singing brain-numbing lyrics and the rest of the usual derivative modern alt-rock claptrap. The damn thing even…
