A Snail’s Pace

Azalia Snail likes secrets. The Los Angeles- based psychedelic folk rocker guards her mystique with sharp words: “No way!” she fires back when pressed to reveal her real name. “Azalia Snail, baby. I don’t want to talk about my name; I just think that’s such a trivial pursuit. It’s something…

Starke Quality

Some days it seems like Raiford Starke knows half the musicians in South Florida — and has gigged with the other half. Take, for example, the drizzly Saturday a couple of weeks ago when Starke showed up at Hollywood’s Fiesta Tropicale in Young Circle Park. Clad in black jeans, a…

Summa Cum Louder

It’s a humid Thursday night in Miami, and half the members of the alternative pop project the New Graduates are lounging at the patio bar of Tobacco Road. Singer Todd Oenbrink, age 25, looking like a stick drawing personified (round head perched atop a tall, slender body; long limbs), sits…

Better Red Than Dead

Inside his small, two-story Hialeah townhouse, DC Astro sits in his gray-walled recording studio with bandmate Martha Arce. The duo, two thirds of the goth rock band Deep Red, are dressed in all black. Astro dons a T-shirt, jeans, and thick-soled shoes. Arce wears a small tank top and velvet…

Short Cuts

Chris Cornell Euphoria Morning (Interscope) Forget the Grammys, the MTV Video Music Awards, and the rest of those jive-ass rock awards shows: The absolute highest honor any pop musician can receive is to be cited in a “musicians wanted” ad. You really know you’ve arrived when garage bands nationwide place…

Age Against the Machine

The question before the assembled members of Pillmagnet is this: When did bassist-vocalist Mike Szymanski first play in a band? Lead guitarist Justin McNeal, the whippersnapper of the group at 24 years old, blurts out his guess — “1968” — waiting a beat before adding, “with Buddy Holly.” Szymanski, outfitted…

Attack of the Creepy T’s!

“Wow,” declares Derek Hyde, squinting at the vision of Will Trev’s black ’66 Plymouth Barracuda, as Hyde stumbles out of the darkness of the Creepy T’s rehearsal space in a Fort Lauderdale warehouse. Stooped over like some tall, walking question mark, the singer-guitarist’s face breaks into a crooked smile as…