“Your tour ends here, Richardson.” We’ve got some tickets to giveaway, which, if you’re a fan of Rock of Love, you’re surely going to go nuts over. Enough build-up already! OK: Two pairs of three-day passes to Richardson’s Wildflower! arts and music festival, which we just raved about in this…
In response to the Bill O’Reilly tirade outtake that made Internet waves earlier this week and last, some freelance writer out of New Mexico made this gem: Thank you, Torrey Meeks of Las Cruces, New Mexico. Thank you so, so much. And, in case you were wondering, the music’s courtesy…
While everyone in Dallas is going gaga over Ozzfest (and everyone outside of Texas is throwing a shit-fit), somehow people are overlooking that Judas Priest — yeah, Judas Fucking Priest — is coming to town around the same time. And it’s not just Rob Halford and Co., but also one…
Sparrowbox, the tongue-in-cheek experimental punk and psychedelic outfit led by Gerard Dirkx, former frontman of legendary Dallas 70’s new wave band The Telefones, is taking mockery to new heights. In a recent email, Dirkx states that the Dallas Times Herald (which, y’know, folded in ’91) “just published” a poll on…
We dig it. (Alex Revier) We always appreciate it when visual artists and musicians collaborate, whether it’s by putting on a big event like Art Conspiracy, by holding a concert in a gallery or museum or by complementing live music with interesting visuals. But we don’t want to overlook the…
The cover of Tiger Moth’s EP. Fresh off the release of Tiger Moth’s fantastic debut EP, guitarist drummer Glenn Jackson is getting into the nightclub business. “Deep Ellum is about to turn around,” says Jackson, who along with business partner Albert Magallon are about to reopen the Darkside Lounge. “The…
Known for high kicks and good times. Caught up with American Werewolf Academy frontman Aaron Thedford after hearing word that his power pop act was heading to The Echo Lab this weekend to record some tracks for its next record. “We’re finishing it up” he says, before cautiously continuing, “…hopefully…
Maybe a month and a half or two months ago–I’m blanking at the moment–back when Shibboleth was still doing its month-long artist-in-residence thing at Club Dada, I found myself at the Deep Ellum club on a Thursday night, asking club co-owner Amanda Newman some questions for an article I was…
Denton’s had a big week. So, for this edition of Aural Ambush we drove from our Dallas office all the way to Denton’s town square. Our mission: to find out what people think about New York-based Japanther’s poppy-punk track “$100 Cover” off its 2007 album Skuffed Up My Huffy. Want…
Songstresses Alicia Keys and Jordin Sparks took advantage of the acoustics at Nokia Theater last night. DC-9 photographer Michael Insuaste hit up the show and snapped up-close pictures of both ladies for your viewing pleasure — especially those who went to the show but were stuck in the back. –…
Denton bands don’t exactly have an aversion to roots or regionalism. That said, a bent blue note or shit-kicking shuffle is likely to raise eyebrows in these parts—if for no other reason than the very real fear that yet one more band is trying to put its own spin on…
Every Old 97’s album features a couple of tunes written and sung by bassist Murry Hammond, the George Harrison of the group. And, for some fans, Hammond’s tunes, such as “W. Tx. Teardrops” and “Valentine,” have become highlights of the band’s performances; Hammond’s cornpone demeanor and soft-spoken charm have always…
Jemina Pearl’s seen the other acts the music industry passes off as “punk rock” these days—and the fiery front woman for the pretty effin’ legit punk rock throwback Be Your Own Pet just ain’t buying it. “I don’t think anyone really knows what punk means anymore,” she says over her…
Free-jazz legend Albert Ayler’s body was found floating in New York’s East River in November 1970, a victim of either suicide or murder (ostensibly due to his association with the Black Panthers), depending on who you ask. So why then, nearly 40 years later, would the 15-piece Athens, Georgia, rock…
By now, the acolytes, fetishists and mildly interested already possess their copies of Trent Reznor’s latest freebie—as in, “this one’s on me,” he cagily notes on the band’s Web site, from which you could pluck the 10 tracks to share and remix as you please. So, sure, as far as…
Narrow Stairs sounds just like Plans, right down to the obvious production, weepy lyrics and inoffensive guitar, continuing Death Cab’s tradition of aping Morrissey lyrics without Moz’s counterintuitive turns of phrase or dark jokes. Songs like “Long Division” seem the product of some sort of indie-rock nerd-crafted lyric generator: “And…
To explain Shibboleth’s instrumental prowess, one could probably point to the fact that they have been the go-to band for Dallas R&B legend Bobby Patterson’s recent live performances—despite the fact that they are not an R&B band—and leave it at that. It’s just proof that guitarist Don Cento, keyboardist Rich…
Brothers Derek and Glenn Jackson dissolved their last band, the atmospheric, new-wavy Until They Arrive because they wanted to pursue a more rock-oriented direction. Enter Tiger Moth, a heaving, Zeppelin-inspired quartet whose members don’t give a rat’s ass about subtlety, mood or texture. The five cuts on this terrific debut…
Naw, bullshit—really? The Tomorrowpeople, live onstage after being left for dead somewhere ‘twixt infamy and fortune eight long years ago? True enough, in the words of one Jody Powerchurch: “It won’t be big, it won’t be pretty.” Though, that’s kind of the way we prefer it—baby steps, baby, back toward…
Radiohead’s only the best live band in the world, as evidenced by the countless in-concert bootlegs (and the sole official release) that way outstrip the studio efforts, even when recorded from inside a concertgoer’s back pocket 5,294 rows from the stage. Since The Bends, anyway, the albums have sounded as…
Sorry, but this is heresy—must be a typo, eh? Elvis C. sharing a bill—and opening no less—for that shite lite-jazz-rock trio formerly known as The Police? At least you can boogie out of the shed early, before Sting and the geezers launch into their soggy soccer-mom redos of “Walking on…
In a hilariously bad video custom-made for the lite-rock crowd, the city of Richardson has declared its annual mess of mismatched has-beens “North Texas’ Biggest Music Gig,” giving the Melodica Festival yet another kick in the crotch. Big, we’ll grant them. But it’s also perhaps the least essential music fest…
