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The set was so well paced but it was hard not to be. Regina has so many great songs but is really a schticky chick: she pulls out the Music Hall “Sailor Song” and is as willing to go deep into her Russian roots and pull out a gypsy folkie refrain as an glammy popness or a classical U Turn.
But wow they are really re-launching this CBGB thing full time! A new location, a music festival and now a movie, it is difficult not to see an exploitation of the famous name behind all this
I’m not quite sure why I am even giving this the time of day, its really just a pathetic attempt at shock cuz it isn’t shocking me. Wear an outfit of human skin then maybe I’ll turn my head- this is just sad and desperate.
The movie closes with Conors scribbled lyric and him sitting and singing it, “I can’t live here but I’ll I’ll probably die here…” he moans. It is terrific. Better than anything on the last Bright Eyes
There was obviously some part of calculation in Obama’s decision to speak in favor of gay marriage, it was a very good thing to do, but it is a little laughable when you remember the president’s less-than-pro-gay-marriage declaration when he met with pastor Rick Warren in 2008:
Should there not be some sense of musical education? Should there not be more than just a boat load of standards? Apparently not. Maybe they were available for graduation weekend so they booked them since there were slim pickin’s?
Musically, it is awesome. T-Rex, Curtis Mayfield, Barry White and of course, the one and only Alice Cooper in a cameo.
What can I say, these people live in another century, in another geological period, they keep their women under Burkas, so Gaga in full bra may come as a shock indeed. Muslim extremists have the biggest problem in the world with sexuality, as they come just behind the American Santorum-type.
Mick Jaggersits on a tiny stage with the Ghost of Rock and Roll Future, upstart hipster frauds Arcade Fire, the pathetic excuse for current Ghost of Rock and Roll Present Foo Fighters, and The Ghost of Rock and Roll Past Jeff Beck.
I swore a lot and then I cried like a baby because I’ve never seen anything like that before. It was mindblowing.”
There were warning strokes and a mish mosh of other maladies all screaming headlines of the rockers imminent death. The dude was being circled by vultures for months
who will be providing the figures and why would they open their books and, how does this effect Pandora, where the music is programed more like a radio? What;s to stop a rock band giving bucks to Pandora for additional airplay which will push them further up the charts?
Justin Vernon is a lugubrious bore but his songs can hook you if you don’t have your guard up and while his falsetto at first sounds a form of torture Obama has made illegal against Al Qaeda terrorists (or soldiers: tomatoes, tomartoes), it has grown on me after being inescapable for years
Only The Horses – Scissor Sisters – A loss leader from their upcoming album, this is a disco ballad which takes advantage of Jake’s falsetto on a song that isn’t all there. There is better on the way. – Grade: B
it’s so bombastic and theatrical it could be an Arcade Fire tune sung by Nick-Cave-meets-Ziggy-Stardust, whereas its title is so long it could compete with any Fiona Apple’s song.
Do you remember the good old times? Do you remember when Bruce Springsteen was all sweaty with the veins of his neck bulging out? Do you remember when Joe Strummer was screaming, bouncing with a manic energy on stage? Do you remember about old-school rock and roll, loud, slapping your face, with a frontman haranguing the crowd, giving out all his nervous energy in one epic show? It’s about what you get with Outernational, the Brooklyn band who was celebrating May Day at the Echo.
When I saw Fidlar for the first time last July at the Echo, there were only a few people dancing-jumping in front of the stage and I thought these kids were great. I downloaded their EP right away but eight months later, day for day at the same location, the club is packed to the roof, beer is splashing everywhere, young guys roll on stage legs in the air, young girls violently shake their long hair in my face and everyone, the band included, seems to have the party of their life.
Pangea, one of the bands opening for Fidlar on Sunday night at the Echo, had certainly that same raging-party sound served by loud aggressive-surfing guitars; actually the night was going crescendo, and if the crowd at the Echo had to be trusted, Pangea’s garage rock was barely a notch below Fidlar’s delirium, as their set triggered right away wild movements in the audience.
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