Brand New and Moneen

Against all odds, the Warped Tour isn’t the only chance you’ve got this week to catch overheated punk-inflected pop bands (or pop-inflected punk bands) sweating it out onstage for a few dollars and the opportunity to bleed American for 45 minutes or so. Brand New and Moneen hit The Door…

The Vans Warped Tour

Used to be 33 bands (by my count, anyway, but I was told there would be little math in this course) would play over two, maybe three days; used to call ’em “festivals” back in my day, the late ’80s. Now it’s 25 minutes by one-and-done bands that sound gassed…

Widespread Panic

People ask me all the time, “Why do you listen to that Widespread Panic crap?” The worst part is that I usually have no intelligent response. I usually say, “Either you get it or you don’t get it, plain and simple,” even when I have three days to come up…

Les Nubians

After a long couple of months’ worth of freedom fries, freedom toast and supremely disappointing freedom kissing, we quarrelsome Americans finally get an overdue helping of genuine, uncut Frenchitude, in the form of a visit by Paris-based sisters Hélène and Célia Faussart, the presumably peace-loving ladies of Les Nubians and…

Rock & Droll

“I paid for it already,” White Light Motorcade front man Harley Dinardo snaps. He’s fighting with a gas-station clerk about an ice cream sandwich. “I’m trying to tell her that I paid for it already,” he says. After he smooths things out he heads back outside to the van. “The…

Band Apart

It’s Friday night and New York City is gearing up for its 13th consecutive weekend of rain. Thirteen weekends, 13 rains: dull, bland, constant rain; drizzles thin as mist; warm sudden gales that strike and retreat like guerrilla warriors. More. But there’s no kidding around about this rain, not tonight:…

Various Artists

If I’d gotten that job as Sony Music Soundtrax pooh-bah like I should have, I’d have called this 14-song soundtrack to the second installment in what fun-loving humans can only hope will end up a many-part series Charlie’s Angles: You’re only likely to not find something you can dig if…

Gang Starr

Smack in the middle of Prince Paul’s witty and acerbic hip-hop satire, Politics of the Business, DJ Premier of Gang Starr voices an ethic that expresses both the heart of Prince Paul’s critique of hip-hop and the promise of Gang Starr’s new joint, Ownerz. What Primo explains is that for…

Broken Social Scene

In case just listening to the schizophrenic You Forgot It in People leaves you scratching your head, it comes equipped with an underlined thesis statement. Evidently the record is “designed to remind us that music still has room to be re-created.” Ambitious. “It flows like a compilation of sounds for…

Matt Sharp | The Tyde

Someone must’ve done the alt-rock fairy a favor: This summer brings us not only former Lemonhead-professional junkie Evan Dando’s unexpected return to record-making and show-playing, but also the long-awaited jump-start of ex-Weezer-Rentals dude Matt Sharp’s solo career. His new four-song Puckett’s Versus the Country Boy EP isn’t at all what…

Animal Collective and Ogurusu Norihide

Two options for a disorienting Saturday night this week: Stay home and watch NBC’s Critical Assembly, in which four college students build a nuclear bomb just “to prove how easily it can be done,” but then regret their hubris when terrorists steal the damn thing. (“Mayhem follows,” TV Guide assures.)…

Strong Foundation

“Never thought I’d still be doing this,” Charlie Gilder says, laughing a little. On July 9, it’ll be 20 years since Gilder and his partner, Steve Asbeck, opened the Twilite Room at 2111 Commerce St., sandwiched between Deep Ellum and downtown. The building is actually about 20 yards from where…

Can’t Stop

By now, it would seem, there is no story about Fleetwood Mac left to tell. No snort has gone undocumented, no betrayal unchecked, no argument unheard. They sold millions of albums to people who knew the soap opera and wanted the soundtrack; they sold tons of concert tickets to those…

All Aboard the Wagon

At some point, Evan Dando disappeared. It’s hard to pinpoint exactly when it occurred; it was more of a fade than a moment of spontaneous disintegration. But by the second half of the ’90s–after a series of minor successes as the front man for Boston alt-rock darlings the Lemonheads, and…

Joe Budden

Joe Budden’s self-titled debut comes to us courtesy of “Pump It Up,” a seemingly omnipresent club hit, on which producer Just Blaze turns a sample from Kool and the Gang’s “Soul Vibration” into a stop-start, high-energy rave-up. Not surprisingly, the underground success of “Pump It Up” and its lesser-known predecessor,…

The Clientele

Only the Clientele could write a song called “House on Fire” that evokes no urgency, heat or danger. It shuffles along at about the same unworried pace as the rest of the trio’s The Violet Hour–technically their full-length debut, since 2000’s Suburban Light was a collection of singles–as if a…

Velvet Revolver

Little point to picking up the Hulk soundtrack, unless you feel like owning another Danny Elfman score for a comic-book film adaptation that sounds exactly like every other Danny Elfman score for a comic-book film adaptation. Tacked onto the end of the disc, however, is “Set Me Free,” the debut…

Buddy Guy

On his last two records, 2001’s Sweet Tea and now Blues Singer, Buddy Guy has been retrofitted in an attempt to find a new (read: younger) audience. This isn’t really a bad move. On Sweet Tea, Guy explains through his guitar that modern rock music could not exist without his…

Dixie Chicks and Michelle Branch

So here we are: Texas’ own trio of harmony-singin’, Toby Keith-hatin’, faux-hawk-sportin’, bluegrass-appropriatin’, controversy-causin’ hell-raisers return to the state they’re ashamed to share with the president, the launching pad that gave them to the world, whether or not the world was ready. And what is Texas to do with them?…

Glass Candy; A.R.E. Weapons

The two buzzed-about shabby-chic bands hitting Rubber Gloves this week–Portland’s Glass Candy, who sometimes go by the cooler-sounding Glass Candy and the Shattered Theatre, on Saturday; and New York’s A.R.E. Weapons, who should sometimes go by the more accurate A.R.E. You Serious?, on Tuesday–would lose to the Dixie Chicks by…

Trash Pickup

Contrary to this paper’s title–and this column’s, as well–we are not always observant. For example, it took us awhile, as these things tend to do, but we finally realized that the building at 3510 Commerce St. was not actually abandoned. We drive past the spot every day on our way…

Give Peas a Chance

At a moment when one of the two biggest rappers in the world is parlaying a life spent selling drugs and getting shot into a multiplatinum, multiformat, multimillion-dollar career, and the other is doing the same with a background filled with mental abuse and evidently treacherous women, there isn’t a…