Remember the ’80s? If you lived in South Florida during that magical decade, you steered your new Celica through a sea of spring breakers. You might have been an extra in Revenge of the Nerds 2: Nerds in Paradise, you lucky dog. It was filmed in various locations along Fort…
So everyone’s talking about how the French duo Air’s latest disc, Talkie Walkie, is a total “makeout album” filled with softcore-porn soundtrack fodder, longing glances, and face-in-the-pillow talk. That’s all fine and good, but two Brits, Henry Binns and Sam Hardaker, a.k.a. Zero 7, created an album in 2001 that…
Brian Tappert is co-owner of the Fort Lauderdale-based house label Soulfuric Recordings and one-half of the remix team Jazz-N-Groove Productions (with partner Mark Pomeroy). He tackles the question that has haunted music for decades: What fashion trend should never come back? “Well, I recently saw some pictures of myself in…
Karma Lounge is located in the rarefied realm between the beginning of Riverwalk and the west end of Las Olas, neatly tying together the party crowd and the upscale fashionistas. On any other night at Karma, an internationally acclaimed DJ might be spinning progressive house and clubgoers might be schmoozing…
A low buzzing sound fills a small schoolroom, which is dark save for a single string of Christmas lights. Suddenly, bright beams burst from a large, square hodgepodge of coils, tubes, and scrap metal that looks like a junkyard version of Mouse Trap. Green. Red. Yellow. Purple. The colors bleed…
The Geriatric Gestapo is after the kids. The West Palm Beach City Commission seems to believe that only those of us born between 1983 and 1986 have caused Clematis Street to turn into, as West Palm Beach Mayor Lois Frankel put it, “Bourbon Street.” Cue Skynyrd’s “That Smell.” Or whatever…
Audible Almost There For the sake of journalistic integrity (is that an oxymoron?), you shouldn¹t judge a CD by its cover art, no matter how stomach-churningly bad it is. Well, sweet snake whiskey, the CD cover for Audible¹s latest CD is bad. Putting a half-naked chick on your cover, her…
Picture R. Kelly — that is, if you can without thinking of Dave Chappelle’s scatological parody “Pee On You.” Scratch that. So, picture Ginuwine. He’s on the beach, on his knees, shirtless, the sun setting behind him, the waves crashing seductively against his body with every woo-woo-woooo — the slow-jam…
Inspired by next week’s Prince concert, Maggie and Aaron of the Freakin’ Hott answer the burning, throbbing question: What is the ultimate “Let’s get it on” song? Maggie: “Chris Isaak’s ‘Baby Did a Bad, Bad Thing.’ He starts off slowly crooning, which is perfect for making out, and then he…
In the narrow, gravelly parking lot of the Billabong Pub in Pembroke Park, a visibly intoxicated young man makes a joke about being on the wrong side of the tracks. The pub is indeed in a strip mall on the west side of ties that cross Hallandale Beach Boulevard. That…
On a recent Wednesday night, downtown Fort Lauderdale once again devolved into a nameless, faceless blob of fake boobs and fake tans, with a dash of social retardation thrown in. If you haven’t noticed lately, the nightlife on Himmarshee doesn’t have much of a pulse. It seemed a revolution was…
His bald spot glistened in the harsh light of the hotel lobby. Our eyes met for a fleeting moment before he looked away, brushing his mullet off his shoulder. He looked back, and our eyes locked. He started to speak, to hold out his hand, to say something, but it…
Juan Montoya, guitarist for the heavy metal assassins known as Pandabite, answers the question: “I like Men at Work. And I really liked that Musical Youth song ‘Pass the Dutchie.’ It always reminds me of going to the state fair — the way the music falls, it reminds me of…
If you really want to learn about the street slang all the kids are so hip to these days, it helps to go straight to the source. Not MTV. Not Carson Daly. I’m talking about the dangerous urban jungle known as Fort Lauderdale beach during spring break. Some people are…
As the great Steve Perry once said, ³Don’t stop believin’/Just hold on to that feelin’ “; A truly inspirational phrase from an inspirational band. But it’s hard to keep believin¹ when the only feelin¹ you’ve got to hold on to is, say, the catharsis of hearing Sonic Youth’s Daydream Nation…
John Hughes really needs to come out of hiding, because Volcano, I’m Still Excited!! has orchestrated a debut album that has all the basic ingredients for a Hughesian soundtrack: unrequited love, heartbreak, desperation, and sweetly raging hormones. The New York-based band’s penchant for catchy, pretty pop songs reinforces this theory,…
Metal isn’t back. And it isn’t new (nu?). And it was never meant to be happy or poppy or goofy or heartfelt or bubble-gummy like half the digestible metal acts the music industry is packing into kids’ lunches each day. But somehow, metal has become ironic, and its apocalyptic and…
There was a time, back in the day (³day² meaning two or three years ago), when you couldn¹t turn over your pet rock without seeing the name the Dillengers. But the West Palm Beach-based surf-rock trio finally got the heck out of Dodge and headed for the smoggier pastures of…
Ohio is known more for Camaros and acid-washed jeans than a wealth of musical diversity, but when Ohio native Maggie Green tired of studying classical piano and the works of old, dead dudes like Mozart at Michigan State, she turned her attention to jazz, which in turn led to learning Portuguese jazz standards. That¹s right — she¹s not afraid to sing a Brazilian samba, folks. She even dipped into Russian opera in college, which is way more impressive than perfecting a keg stand. Her group, Canto Poetico, has performed across the Midwest, and now she brings her solo show to South Florida. Check her out at 8 p.m. Sunday, March 21, at Alligator Alley (1321 E. Commercial Blvd., Fort Lauderdale). Admission is free. Call 954-771-2220. — Audra Schroeder
In a small, cramped room in his Lake Worth home, Scott Marino is digging through his collection of old punk cassettes with a smile, and it’s no wonder. The tapes read like an obit of SoFla bands: Jack Off Jill, Kreamy ‘Lectric Santa, and Radiobaghdad. In addition to a maze…
The cover of Hard Times for Dreamers, the first full-length release from See Venus, is a collage of blue-hued buildings stacked on top of one another, stretching across a twinkling cityscape. And the music mirrors that simple cinematic elegance with a soundtrack of kaleidoscope pop. “I’ll Bet You Know” has…
Champagne buckets glistened beneath a full moon on the upper terrace of Pure, a South Beach hideout for has-beens, as break dancers popped, locked, and spun in the green and purple glow of electroluminescence. It was the nether region between Saturday night and Sunday morning, and Felix Da Housecat was…
