Seville Communication

Seville — one of the area’s most promising acts — has tossed in the terrycloth. Friday night, while the foursome milled about the Factory for an early show featuring Koufax, Hey Mercedes, and the Rocking Horse Winner, bassist Dan Bonebrake was all smiles as he shared the obit appearing on…

Second Best?

See those red cheeks? No, over this way. Sorry — we’re blushing with pride up in here. This paper has held an unenviable underdog status when it comes to local music festivals. Behind the competition’s formidable stranglehold on the music-fest market, any attempt by New Times to begin its own…

River of Sorrow

Rob Hutson, singer for Palm Beach County band Black River Circus, died July 19. He apparently suffered a seizure and drowned in a swimming pool. He was 28 years old. “Rob was one of my best friends,” says Ray Carbone, owner of Ray’s Downtown on Clematis Street in West Palm…

Cello, It’s Me

Once upon a time, there were three cellos who needed three women to play them. Since the age of nine had the girls toiled to hold their fingers against the strings and gracefully stroke the bow across them, back and forth, just so. Nearly two decades later, the three women…

Slipped Discs

Your Friends and Neighbors: It’s hard not to be put off by the substantial pomp emitting from Rise and Shine (TMG Records), the new album from Ed Hale and Transcendence, which arrives with a glossy and expensive sleeve and full-on promotional campaign befitting the next Bono. The Miami band (which…

Redemption Song

NINE MILE, ST. ANN’S PARISH, JAMAICA — It’s far easier to procure herbs, yard-style fried chicken, fried fish with okra, or a carved wooden walking stick than it is to find reggae music in Jamaica. You think it’d be filling the air like smoke. But instead, the hotel bar plays…

Crying Poor

It’s just a tiny big town, and when opportunities dry up, summer doldrums set in. Is it the stifling weather that fuels petty tensions and brings out the worst in the music community? Doubtful. More likely, it’s the fear of diminishing resources that has everyone fighting over the last few…

Great Scot

Everything you’d ever want to know about Momus — the effeminate, eye-patched, Scottish-born composer, singer, and essayist — is available for your perusal. Through interviews, pop-culture magazine columns, and a voluminous output of smarmy, hermetically sealed, electronic-pop albums (more than 15 since 1982, with more on the way), Momus has…

‘Chunk Style

Sixteen straight days of gray skies and rain. Flooded streets, lightning bolts, thunderclaps menacing enough to send the cats scurrying. The awful, preternaturally darkened mornings and sullen, dreary afternoons — it’s enough to make Bandwidth pray for a respite. By the time we got to Boynton Beach on Tuesday, June…

Block Party

A long, laborious rumble of afternoon thunder is dampened under the massive tree’s imposing branches and aerial roots. A wood-slat fence literally disappears into the rope-like maze that is the main trunk. Towering 60 feet high, it can be seen for blocks, its canopy extending for at least 200 feet…

Disco Realism

As implausible as it sounds, VHS or Beta has emerged from the woods around Louisville, Kentucky, to tell us that the Euro-retro-dance stylings of Daft Punk sound even better when interpreted via real instruments. No doubt about it — with wah-wah guitar, slap-happy bass, and the patented 4/4 bounce that…

Billa-bing Billabong

Aerial photographer by day, drummer and indie-rock impresario by night, 31-year-old Steve Copeletti gains a new perspective on his surroundings when he’s tooling around in a chopper. “It’s a beautiful way to see Florida,” he says. “Looking at it from the sky is a lot different than having to trudge…

Mr. Smith Goes to Los Angeles

Like a trail of ants, our talented musicians always seem to pack bags and leave South Florida, making a straight line for Los Angeles. There oughta be some kind of technology available so we can seal the borders, tag the fleeing perps, and make ’em stay here where they’re needed…

Catch Me a Catch

After a six-month investigation, Boca Raton police last week arrested matchmaker Helena Amram on charges of defrauding 54 clients who had paid as much as $50,000 to find the perfect mate. The cops seized Amram’s records this February and contacted some of the 650 or so people who had engaged…

Alley Rallies

Carl “Kilmo” Pacillo has been hard at work, making it possible for roots-music types to sneak Sally through the alley again — Alligator Alley, that is. His old location (in a strip mall!) boasted the bestest sound system in the area but was located way the fuck out on University…

Big Balls

Love Jewel. Hate Jewel. Fear her manipulative mom. Laugh at her poetry. Give her props for not fixing that snaggletooth. Marvel at her staying power. Almost seven years ago, I interviewed the fresh-from-Alaska Jewel Kilcher, before she’d sold many copies of her first album. At the time, she’d just parked…

There Goes the Neighborhood

It used to be only about the trees. Victoria Park values its green canopy, its rare South Florida shade above all else. Earlier this year, residents beat back Florida Power and Light’s designs on trimming or removing trees along the neighborhood’s grand 17th Avenue. During a recent monthly meeting of…

Devil, Does Your Dog Bite?

Animal lover, former vegetarian, beloved local folkie, and all-around sweetheart Magda Hiller has endured a rough six months. Life had been good since Hiller split two years ago from her Hollywood haunts to Orange City, a sleepy burg north of Orlando. She still makes trips down here to visit old…

Mow Money?

“When you’re playing music that has some humor to it, you can make all the mistakes you want,” offers Chris DeAngelis of the Miami band Avenging Lawnmowers of Justice. “With serious music, one mistake and they hate you.” By that yardstick, the ‘Vengers should be allowed more than their fair…

Stockholm Monsters

When 24 Hour Party People hits film screens this July, the tale of Factory Records’ rise and fall will most certainly ignore the career of the label’s perennially underappreciated Stockholm Monsters. After all, Factory had plenty of Manchester bands with marginal singers (New Order, Happy Mondays) making a much bigger…

The Envelope Please

“I had a friend who castrated himself,” goes one Emo Phillips joke. “I didn’t think he could pull it off.” Hopes were similarly low for Wayne Koss, promoter of the beleaguered Florida Music Awards, which two weeks ago looked unlikely to happen at all. But happen it did, on Tuesday,…

Rock On

Two years ago, this publication was ready to proclaim the Rocking Horse Winner — whose young members hail from Davie and Boca Raton — just about the best Florida export after fat-lady postcards. A pair of albums and national tours since, and nothing’s changed: Bandwidth thinks the foursome, obviously on…