It’s the first week of May, and Torquil Campbell has finally opened the windows of his Montreal apartment, ushering in a breeze he’ll let blow for the next three months. Campbell recounts this past winter as “unbelievably brutal” and is spending this afternoon letting the spring air rejuvenate him. As…

It had scarcely settled into its cradle after the last cry for help when the scarlet Bandwidth TipLine telephone rang anew. This time, the call was from local singer/guitarist Chris Bright, complaining of censorship. Bandwidth — which cannot stomach oppression in any form — was on the case. Since Bright…

Of course, every call made to the Bandwidth TipLine has the potential to become a monumentally important story. But sometimes, what appears to be a breathless plea for help or evidence of some heinous injustice just doesn’t hold up under scrutiny. For example: A man calls, frantic. It seems a…

“I guess I’m the last Jew in the building,” sighed Barry Manilow, pulling out a stool so he could get the leverage he’d need to wring out one more maudlin ballad at the tail end of the final concert at Sunrise Musical Theatre on Saturday, April 13. Open for business…

Open the bomb-bay doors, Hal! Actually, where Pilot to Gunner is concerned, no one riding in that damn plane would be able to hear any commands being spoken, because the Boston quartet is quite unafraid to play fast and loose with dangerous decibels. But Pilot to Gunner isn’t substituting volume…

Talk about your lucky breaks: A room full of 300 Jello Biafra acolytes, and Bandwidth’s sitting — accidentally but sorta fortuitously — behind the lone heckler in the place during Biafra’s April 9 visit to Respectable Street in West Palm Beach. Right off the bat, while Jello was still clad…

Textbook contrarians Masters of the Hemisphere, yet another ubiquitous Athens, Georgia, poppy guitar band, regularly delve into the absurd. Look no further than the name, which far more befits an apocalyptic road-warrior assemblage of WWF retirees, when in reality, the band musters less of a threat than a muffled sneeze…

Last weekend at the Culture Room: New York City’s Toilet Boys got campy Friday night, stroking the crowd before strafing them with showers of fire and sparks. Miss Guy, the Boys’ transvestite vocalist, wore form-fitting, ass-revealing half-pants which left little to the imagination. Only the music was naked the following…

He was the wizard of a thousand kings/And I chanced to meet him one night wandering. He told me tales, and he drank my wine/Me and my magic man kinda feeling fine. You’d be forgiven if you thought that stanza belonged to Tenacious D, who bounced into the Pompano Beach…

Just in time for the six-month marker of the nation’s worst terrorist attack, a year-old Dania Beach record label and studio, Full Moon, has produced United, a collective project by Local Artists Against Terrorism, who dabble in every shade of patriotic paint in an attempt to raise funds for the…

Over the years, and there’s been almost ten of them, it’s been nigh impossible for Fort Lauderdale’s Livid Kittens to enjoy a lick of respect. Even the band’s own fans will sometimes characterize the exciting quintet as merely a depraved novelty. True, singer Paige Alison Harvey and her scanty panties…

“I just figured any place that can support a jug band is the place for me,” says Matthew Sabatella, a Miami-based singer/songwriter who plans to make his first appearance at the Bamboo Room on Wednesday evening. The old-timey goodness of the Juggernaut Jug Band from Lexington, Kentucky, Sabatella figures, may…

Accused of insensitivity, a soul as sensitive as Dan Gellar’s would be expected to shy away from controversy and cave in when the PC brigade comes rallying ’round. After all, the twee music Gellar champions — both as cofounder of the influential indie label Kindercore and leader of the electro-pop…

“It had to be someone we know,” mutters Zelick, bassist for Miami rap-metal quartet Endo. “Or someone we used to know.” Along with like-minded (and like-tattooed and like-pierced) local brethren Puya and Nonpoint, Endo pumps out angry music that seethes with life-sucks rageism. Now the band really has something to…

Boynton Beach has lost its Orbit. The town still claims a 2500-square-foot club housed in a former Winn-Dixie up there in the Gulfstream Mall, but now it’s going by the name “Club Ovation, formerly Orbit.” The new owners, who took over club operations in January, enjoy the connotations of this…

With the best intentions, Palm Beach County public radio station WXEL-FM (90.7) has made an offer to fill the classical-music void created by WTMI. That’ll provide drive-time relief in the northern wilds but is unlikely to do much good farther south, where the mighty pirate signal of 90.9, broadcast from…

In its ideal form, reggae is life-affirming, self-aware, and socially conscious. Yet all too often, the genre finds itself in a state of slack. Who better to tighten it up than the all-purpose Screwdriver? Dalton Lindo accepts growth and change but won’t allow anything to overshadow the religious fervor at…

At least WPYM-FM (93.1) general manager Mike Disney can safely answer the phone now. It got pretty bad there for a while after his company, Cox Broadcasting, replaced WTMI-FM, the area’s last remaining classical station, with a pulse-quickening trance and techno tableau of “Party 93.1” on New Year’s Day (see…

Not much good happens when East Coasters get to jammin’ in the Rocky Mountain West, but don’t fret: Dressy Bessy’s sugar-pop could stun a Phish phan at phiphty yards. On its second full-length, this gang of Denver candy-coaters matures from popping simplistic gum bubbles to crafting complex and weighty sing-alongs…

As the war of rhetoric and race-baiting continues to spark verbal skirmishes in Himmarshee Village, the Chili Pepper’s controversial Sunday hip-hop night will continue unabated, says general manager Russ Davis. And the club wasn’t “silent” last week as Bandwidth reported, just quieter than usual. “We don’t have any plans to…

Nothing D.H. Peligro says sounds convincing. He’s afraid of each question, perhaps worried that he’ll come up empty-handed when asked, “Why?” Why did he help rob the grave of the dead Dead Kennedys, America’s best-loved primordial punks, after a 19-month legal battle during which singer Jello Biafra and his breakaway…