
Nowadays a commingling of diverse music genres seem to create and embody new genres. A current example of this musical hybrid is an album called EPICON by myriad composers, known quite apropos as, GLOBUS.

Radiohead’s now king, but rather than press you against the wall they will lift you out of your seat.

If there were any surprises, it was that they played so much material from The Bends.

For the second and final encore, it was a return to the older, more straight-ahead rockers.

King Buzzo and Dale Crover = rockness personified.

Somber and seductive, brooding and atmospheric, Tamaryn’s debut EP is filled with the kind of shimmering songs that alto chanteuses like Nico and Siouxsie Sioux offered us in years past.

ROGUE WAVE came out for an encore and proceeded to play THE SMITHS classic “What Difference Does It Make”.

I don’t want to have to wait another 20 years to see them again!

Steven Stapleton will cure you, and the method involves mutated jazz beats and a petrol-sodden rag.

KING KHAN AND THE SHRINES were just pure, animalistic, rocking garage punk fun!

Using a combination of the original session tapes, demos, and newly recorded parts, near the end of last year the band put out a version conforming to their own sound rather than their producers’. Three decades on, the classic underneath the bad production has been revealed, proving that the excitement they generated in their home base of Los Angeles was not mere hype.

It started raining during JAY REATARD’s set, but it didn’t matter. In fact, it might have even made it that much more intense.

Despite being absent for “Bring the Noise”, FLAVOR FLAV emerged right before they were set to perform “Don’t Believe the Hype”.

Boris and Torche leave a pile of rubble and tattered eardrums.
Levin, a grizzled veteran by now, has come to a distinctive style that, while certainly inspired by his predecessors’ work, is never obviously derivative of anyone in particular. Nor does it stand in one place; Levin is just as likely to play a melodic phrase as to unleash flying flurries of evolving patterns arpeggiated and/or scalar or soar into the altissimo register of his tenor in ecstatic exultation.