Music

The only child of country legends Waylon Jennings and Jessi Colter, Waylon Albright Jennings got the nickname “Shooter” for pissing on a nurse in the hospital delivery room. His ill-mannered ways continued in Hollywood as he chased the ghost of Axl Rose, partying 24/7 and fronting the hard-rock band Stargunn…

Pity Jesse McCartney? Are you kidding? The eighteen-year-old heartthrob looks like a 21st-century update of Mattel’s time-tested Ken doll, and untold thousands of young Barbie wannabes fantasize about becoming his plastic-fantastic lover. Boy-toy status may not be fulfilling in the long run, but plenty of his peers would happily volunteer…

All hail Biggie Smalls, who loved it when we called him Big Poppa. Hail Tupac Shakur, whose thug ways made us forget he was in the Digital Underground. Some may say we are overstepping our bounds with this most serious critical fatwa against the Los Angeles Police Department, but it…

Texas music history swarms with stories of Texans who went to Nashville dreaming of fame and fortune. The most celebrated of these tales hinge on spectacular failure, followed by a return to Texas, some regrouping back on home turf, and eventual triumph. The most famous of them come from the…

“When I first read it, I laughed,” says Scott LaBarbera. “Then I got mad. It was just full of inaccuracies. But I understand that they’re bitter. They put their heart and soul into that theater. I do wish them the best. I think they’re good guys who just reacted out…

Not only have the members of Holopaw named their band after a town they’ve never lived in, but they’ve managed to deliver an impressive sophomore disc while rarely inhabiting the same room. Although the bandmates’ respective addresses may be far afield, Holopaw’s wistful pop is at home in the neighborhood…

Artist-salute discs make plenty of sense from a business standpoint, since they let labels milk material that was paid for long ago. Problem is, they’re almost always lame — and this homage to Freddie Mercury and friends certainly doesn’t buck the trend. There are lots of ways to go wrong…

Babyface knows a thing or two about catching flies with sugar. He almost single-handedly sweetened ’90s pop music with a string of hits that delighted audiences and angered critics. The then-derided, now-ignored and consequently underrated super-songwriter/producer’s seventh album, Grown & Sexy, is a tasty, subtle rebuttal to pop culture’s youth…

Sometimes you have to wonder if artists name their records with the intention of baiting critics. Yes, Resilience is the title of the eighth album in as many years by San Diego’s Miguel Depedro, otherwise known as Kid 606; instead of his typically abrasive mash-ups of pop-culture carrion and splattered…

The Procussions’ Japan-only EP, Up All Night, garnered so much attention that the Colorado-born, Los Angeles-ized trio has added four new songs for an upcoming stateside full-length release. With only two of eleven tracks featuring all three MCs (Stro the 89th Key, Mr. J Medeiros and Resonant), this project is…

Dana Landry, who heads the jazz program at the University of Northern Colorado in Greeley, isn’t some creaky relic who found refuge in academia after his skills deteriorated. Rather, he’s an engaging pianist whose latest long-player, which is being celebrated during a Friday, August 12, CD-release party at Dazzle, swings…

Jason Mraz, Mr. A-Z (Atlantic). Jason Mraz’s sojourn through the alphabet pauses lengthily on “S” — for “schizophrenic.” Among mountains of spastic lyrics, bizarre operatic bursts, unfortunate free flows and ill-fitting flamenco guitar, the album feels as disjointed as a circus freak. Worse, Mraz sings vainly about avoiding a “sophomore…

Eric Sanko’s avant-garde rap sheet could damn near wallpaper New York’s Knitting Factory: In addition to collaborations with Yoko Ono, John Cale and Basketball Diaries author Jim Carroll, Sanko spent seventeen years in the rhythm section of John Lurie’s acclaimed Lounge Lizards. Still part of the Big Apple’s subterranean scenery,…

There’s something for everyone in Seattle’s Kinski — assuming everyone likes freaked-out, molar-cracking instrumental guitar rock. Lucy Atkinson, Matthew Reid-Schwartz, Barrett Wilke and Chris Martin combine elements of space rock, kraut rock, avant rock, psych rock and prog rock — along with good, old-fashioned hard rock — into intricate compositions…

In May, Time, a magazine whose dedication to indie rock is on par with Cooking Light’s commitment to covering geopolitics, devoted an entire feature to Spoon. The Time-ing was hard to figure, since the Austin-based combo had been around for eleven years by then and was an odds-on favorite to…

Who would have thought that blackhearted Rob Zombie had a soft spot for honky-tonk? Then again, when you’re making a movie about flesh-eating rednecks, a taste for forlorn pedal steel seems oddly apropos. Enter Texas rockabilly veteran Jesse Dayton: Commissioned to write music for Zombie’s splatterfest, The Devil’s Rejects, Dayton…

Shoegazer? Not exactly. During Sybris’s first show in its native Chicago two years ago, lead singer and guitarist Angela Mullenhour got so excited that one of her shoes flew off into the crowd. Likewise, the young quartet’s eponymous debut — recently released on the Flameshovel imprint, home to fellow art-pop…

With his musical hatchery now washed out, Trey Anastasio is back to swimming solo. Not that that’s a bad thing, by any means. Anastasio’s past extra-Phishular projects have included stints with Phil Lesh and Friends, as well as an acclaimed outing with power trio Oysterhead, which featured Anastasio alongside Les…

This past March, during a packed set at South by Southwest, Ben Lee gratefully exclaimed, “We’re just so fucking lucky to have music!” — without a trace of sarcasm or irony. That same joyfulness endeared the 26-year-old Australian to alt-rock grandpas Thurston Moore and Mike D of the Beastie Boys,…

Amadeus Tonguefingers (who files his taxes under the name Dave Colberg) once described the wildly experimental sound of Robot Mandala as “a little to the left of techno, a little to the right of space rock, and right down the middle of sonic noise soundscapes.” While that’s a helpful aural…

Jon Bishop got his start when electronic music was still a very underground phenomenon. Spinning house and techno in warehouses and outdoor events throughout California, the San Diego-based jock was at the forefront of the burgeoning rave scene in 1990. Bishop made his name at San Diego’s Club Hedonism, which…