The dirty, lonesome sound of Gangstagrass may have traditionalists daydreaming that both Bill Monroe and Eazy E are rolling over in their graves.
Bill Monroe once stated that Ireland, and Celtic music in general, is the musical motherland of bluegrass. Switchback testified to just that when they took the stage of the Focal Point on Saturday night.
The haze of the cigarette smoke from the night hung in the sunlight peaking through the bar's pane glass windows. The staff had run in circles attempting to prep the bar for the Sunday patronage and touching up whatever happened the night before.
Instead of resting on his laurels when Sonic Youth decided they would be "ending for a while," Lee Ranaldo and the Dust took up arms and forged ahead.
Every hipster worth their weight in sock hats has heard David Bromberg. After all, the distinct opening notes from his classic "Sharon" serve as the main loop which makes up "Johnny Ryall" from the hip-hop classic "Paul's Boutique" by the Beastie Boys.
Question: What happens when you take two cute sisters from the sunny landscape of California who have a love for sugary pop hooks and the noise laden minimalism of punk rock? Answer: Bleached!
Armed with his Telecaster and a sharp-dressed band, Chuck Prophet took his fans hostage this past Saturday night and did not release them until he had ripped them to shreds and had them hanging from the Off Broadway rafters.
It was a sight to behold inside the velvet-covered walls of Plush this past Friday night. Lines of West County soccer moms, new-wave cougars, rockabilly cats and kittens, dreaded goths, muscle men, aging hipsters and even KDHX DJs waited with bated breath and drink in hand for Adam Ant.
The turntable is spinning, the sound system is hooked up and the bass can be felt vibrating the ground as the stars begin to cascade around the moon in a haze of cigarette smoke, empty bottles and cans.