A Whore by Any Other Name: Christian Lembach Ponders Fame, Fortune, Infamy and the Dreaded W Word Music, any music, is grounded in a set of sonic structural conventions that we don’t necessarily think about so much – but they affect us more or less the same way every time. The average rock song is… Continue reading Whores.
Alright, it’s pretty much a given that J Mascis is Dinosaur Jr., right? He’s the singer – well, 90% of the time. He’s the guitarist. He’s the songwriter. And he’s the King of The Band, a Machiavellian mind-fucker if ever there were one. (Read the Dinosaur Jr. chapter of Michael Azerrad’s excellent Our Band Could… Continue reading Dinosaur Jr. – Give a Glimpse of What Yer Not
Minimum-Maximum: Going Deaf by Audio with A Place to Bury Strangers To this day, the loudest concert I’ve ever experienced was My Bloody Valentine and Dinosaur Jr at the Masquerade in February 1992. It was the sort of overwhelming, unrelenting volume that felt like it was rearranging my inner organs into a new configuration. You… Continue reading A Place to Bury Strangers
2 Loud 4 Texas (But Not the Rest of Us!): Lee Bains III & the Glory Fires Stoke the Embers On a Thursday evening in mid-September, I was unreservedly party/show-hopping during a visit to Athens. You can regularly do that sort of thing on a Thursday in Athens, because usually there’s little else to do… Continue reading Lee Bains III & the Glory Fires
Modern rock ‘n’ roll doesn’t get much trashier, dirtier or more frantic than Charlotte, N.C.’s Paint Fumes. These guys seem to live the results of huffing their name, spewing reckless rowdiness with a dizzying fury from every song. Uck Life is the garage-rock-rooted band’s debut LP, and it’s a balls-to-the-wall explosion of energetic grit and… Continue reading Paint Fumes – Uck Life