The subculture of tribute bands is a dark and mysterious one. It seems that lurking beneath the surface of every local music scene is an undercover army of musicians who, for whatever reason, spend their time honing their craft, toiling away for hours upon end to become living extensions of their favorite bands from the past. The tribute band phenomenon is thriving, feeding off of memories of stoned eighth-grade keggers and tailgate parties. Often this can be a seemingly futile exercise. Why would anyone want to see a Barenaked Ladies or Coldplay tribute band (and believe us, they are out there) when the originals are still churning away at their dubious craft every few months in... More >>>
The real dealÂ—Fagen and CraneÂ—don't hold a candle to Dallas' Naked Lunch.