The Deep End

One Scene United and Culture Productions are on a mission — to bring back the glory days of the Edge, the long-defunct club now known as Revolution. Well, they’ve got the right venue onboard (that would be Revolution). And this Saturday, a former Edge DJ makes his return — Rich…

Clematis Street Blues

June 16, 1995, was like any other Friday night for an 18-year-old Fats: loafing around Clematis Street with my other underaged punk-rock pals, the brothers Wallerstein and the perpetually messed-up Jason Compton. Yes, I used to be a member of the 561. I know the pains of Palm Beach County…

Tappin’ That Thang

There’s nothing drummers fear more than a broken arm. A stubbed toe they can deal with, but overall, damaged feet can still keep the beat. Unless, of course, you’re in a band like Tilly and the Wall. There’s no drum kit for these five Nebraskans, only a pair of tap-dancing…

Lauderhill Cries Uncle

“Today is 6/6/06 — Emo Kid Beatdown Day,” said the thin, teenaged brunet to the two girls next to her. It was part of a conversation I overheard at (no shit) an emo show at Uncle Sam’s Music in Lauderhill. I just had to butt in. “Really? Is that a…

Giving Cancer the Finger

Go ahead, try bringing punks, greasers, and hardcore kids together for a cause other than “free beer” — it’s nearly impossible. The only thing more challenging is, say, convincing Miami’s Middle Finger Mob to stop vacationing and get back on stage. Ah, but when there’s a truly important cause, like…

Live Fast, Die Stinkin’

South Florida punk rock just lost its favorite uncle. Die Stinkin’ — Palm Beach County’s longest running punk band (b. 1985) — played its final show in Fort Lauderdale on May 28. And I fucking missed it. Yep, Smarty Pants Pompano decided it’d make more sense to drive up to…

The Roof Is on Fire

The revolution will not be televised. It will be streamed, podcasted, and portable. The Recording Industry Association of America is bitching again this spring over the news of last year’s sales numbers. For the fifth year of the last six, CD sales were down. The RIAA probably wanted to bust…

Scrapin’ By

Middle America can be hell for the touring rock band — especially one from the big city. But when New York City’s Theo and the Skyscrapers began their first U.S. tour last month, it’s like they never left the Big Apple. Even Utah felt like home. That much was confirmed…

Something’s in the Air

Three names — three lousy names. That’s all I saw listed on the sign-up sheet when I entered Studio A on May 24. It was the Regional Air Guitar Championships, and I was hopin’ there’d be a flood of mullet-headed Guitar Center cronies lined up outside. But no — just…

Circuit City

The basic ingredients of Saturday’s Laptop Battle at Churchill’s Pub are, well, pretty basic. All that’s needed are computer-wielding contestants, an audience, and a few brave judges. Now, about the rules: Screw the rules. What do you think this is, American Idol? All right, so maybe there are a couple…

On the Move

When the Stills released their 2003 debut album, Logic Will Break Your Heart, critics were quick to lump them in with Anglo-inspired New York City bands like Interpol and the Strokes. The knee-jerk brush-off: Great, more Joy Division/Echo and the Bunnymen wannabes. It didn’t matter that the Stills are from…

This Mic’s Open for Business

Before he got down to the rhyme-spitting, J. Hexx had a little request for the audience. “I need your energy so I can get into character and take you to a far-out place,” he said, proudly displaying a T-shirt that read “Weapon of Mass Destruction.” Moving about in a semicircular…

The Two Sevens Clash

In the beginning (meaning this past February), there was the ’50s Sock Hop Party at Maguire’s. Then came the ’60s Garage/Soul Party in April. Now, Low-Fidelity Events brings us another decade closer to the modern era with its ’77 Punk Pogo Dance Party. But the parade of leather jackets and…

Beach Blanket Beeyotch

Outtakes has long been fascinated by Memorial Day Weekend in South Beach, AKA Urban Beach Week — even if the past couple of years have looked more like Sausage Week, what with the lack of ladies strutting about (the usual groups of naive 15-year-olds notwithstanding). Given that people come by…

All Killer, No Filler

On Sunday, May 7, rock music buffs from Miami to Martin County were wetting their pants in anticipation: The Motor City 5 — the band that gave birth to modern garage rock — was scheduled to headline this Sunday’s Little Steven’s Underground Garage show at the Seminole Hard Rock. But…

Respect My Authority

The sun wasn’t even down, but there was already a sizable crowd of punk rock types pouring into Fort Lauderdale’s Revolution. It was going to be an early show, but she-it… it was only 7 o’clock! Didn’t people understand that punctuality was for losers? It wasn’t like the show’s main…

Get Your Guns

L.A. Guns frontmen come and go like participants in a gang-bang. After longtime vocalist Phil Lewis left the group in the mid-’90s, Chris Van Dahl stepped in to handle microphone duty. Then came Ralph Saenz. Then Jizzy Pearl. And then, at the start of the new millennium, the Guns went…

SSM

No wonder that SSM goes with an abbreviation of its actual name, the tongue twister Szymanski Shettler Morris. Despite the Detroit band’s pedigree — including members of the Hentchman, the Sights, and the Cyril Lords — bluesy garage rock is more of a starting point for SSM than a final…

Giant Drag Is Gay

It’s around 2 o’clock on a Friday afternoon, and Giant Drag’s Annie Hardy and Micah Calabrese are relaxing in their home away from home, which happens to be the back of a rental van. The Los Angeles-based duo has just begun its latest U.S. tour and is en route from…

Viva La Vegas

Remember Hurricane Wilma? Of course you do. The lack of power, long lines at the gas station, and all those lunatic drivers racing through intersections… man, was that a blast! And if that was the extent of your problems, you were lucky. Just ask the volunteer relief workers who lent…

Ball Boy

So the name of the movie is Guys and Balls, eh? What, is it about a gay soccer team or something? Um, actually… yeah, it is. And the title’s double entendre is wholly intended, as is the subtle snickering it invites. This is, after all, a romantic comedy (and a…