Fort Lauderdale’s Sunrise Musical Theatre may soon be finding God. Rumors have floated for weeks that the 3900-seat concert hall could be filled with the sacred sounds of Lauderhill’s Faith Center Ministries, which is looking to buy it and move in with a 5000-strong congregation. No one will confirm or…

Don’t you just love those precious moments that put the South in South Florida? Like anytime any white person looks for an apartment or house down here and some rental agent offers such helpful as gems as, “Oh, you don’t want to live in that neighborhood” or “I could tell…

Each disc reviewed below was released way back in 2001, and each one has patiently (or, in the case of Wallop, not so patiently) waited until now to receive its just deserts. A good year for local releases was capped off by these last-minute entries: Even though the deft turntable…

Nursing a lingering cold that’s rendered him “somewhat incoherent,” Adam Goren rests on the counter at a Philadelphia deli and waits for someone to make a hoagie for him. “Thanks for being interested in what I do,” he sniffles politely to the reporter on the other end of his cell…

Why was MTV in town December 23 to film our very own Mary Tyler Whores? Who knows, but the footage will be something to catch when it finally runs. The rest of the world (or at least the part that has cable) will get a dose of the spike-haired snot-nosers…

“Ooh,” recoils the sushi waitress. “That’s so ugly!”The offensive item is just a T-shirt — albeit a very special T-shirt with a representation of a man with a swirl of worms where his eye socket should be. It’s being modeled by Gory, guitarist for Death Becomes You, but the abundant…

When that old standby “creative differences” gets tired, try substituting “irreconcilable politics.” A band like Delray Beach-based Pank Shovel (“Can You Dig It?,” September 6, 2001) doesn’t have room for vast philosophical chasms, since the majority of the seven-piece outfit falls on the liberal side of the spectrum, with four…

Unless you care not a whit for modern music, you’ve heard of the Strokes, and if you’ve actually listened, you’ve likely written off the New York City quintet as The Band Most Likely to Choke on Its Own Hype. But if the idea of gutter-glam rock without a massive publicity…

“I have to have a job by next week,” Steve Rullman says matter-of-factly, slumped in front of a computer in his kitchen and flipping through the pages of a yellow notebook. The Delray Beach resident dabbles in all areas tangentially associated with music — performing, producing, promoting, publishing, captaining various…

As afternoon traffic whizzes down Andrews Avenue in Fort Lauderdale, drivers steal startled glances at brothers John and Bill Storch, busy being poked, prodded, and posed near the side of the street. The two, who have cultivated a reputation as composers of electronic scores to accompany experimental dance/theater pieces, notably…

“So this is odd, the painful realization that all has gone wrong/And nobody cares at all,” sighs Chris Carrabba. “And nobody cares at all,” answers the gentle children’s choir of the crowd. What the hell? Seven hundred fans have arrived at Millenium, a dance club in Pompano Beach — on…

“Whole lotta kielbasa going on,” noted one hipster-doofus spectator Friday, December 7, at Miami’s Polish American Club, where the scent of porky goodness had permeated even the old living-room furniture out in the lobby. But the sausages flying out of the kitchen on paper plates weren’t the reason we’d come…

We already know the drill: Not many people listened to the Velvet Underground at the time the seminal quartet changed rock music in the late 1960s, but everyone who did ended up starting a band. Something like that must have happened down here as well, because there’s no shortage of…

The makeup of Miami’s jam-fusion band Outdance is a microcosm of South Florida itself: Tom Korba, who plays the Chapman Stick, is a transplanted New Yorker. Drummer Raul Ramirez was born in Puerto Rico. Guitarist Josh Sonntag grew up in Cancun. Percussionist Sean Dibble is a Miami-Dade County native. But…

“What do you think this is?” Casee, master of ceremonies for the evening, barked incredulously into the mic as he paced the stage. “Why are you all sitting down? This is not a classical concert! We are not playing Tchaikovsky! This is reggae music!” Chanting down Babylon is always more…

Chris Carrabba’s slingshot ride to stardom is streaking skyward as we speak. The leader of the Boca Raton-based Dashboard Confessional has already been plastered across a full-page fashion layout in Rolling Stone, and now Spin, Interview, Teen People, and Alternative Press are all lining up for a piece of the…

Hey, consumer, isn’t it just a matter of time before the opportunists plunder the vaults for a Pink Floyd compilation? Oh, here it is now. But given that Pink Floyd is arguably the quintessential album band of all time, who would want this jumbled collection of spaced-out scattershots? Compiling the…

Because people down here can be right nasty — pocketing money promised to families of dead firemen or feeding false information to the public about West Nile viruses running roughshod at fun-filled street festivals — it’s a miracle any good gets accomplished at all. That’s why the annual City Link…

During its nine-year run, Medeski, Martin, and Wood has become all things to all people. The trio continues to satisfy the jazzbo crowd who count on the band’s Blue Note releases to bear the future-fusion torch. But somewhere along the way, the dreadlocked white-boy network stopped playing Hacky Sack for…

Regional bands paying tribute to idols and heroes is a rite of passage in South Florida. The past year has seen local indie-rock homages to Tori Amos, the Pixies, Joy Division/New Order, and the Smiths. Now a Velvet Underground lovefest with sets from Mr. Entertainment and Whirlaway, among others, is…

Thickest cranium in rock? Probably Martin Atkins, former drummer for Public Image Ltd., now de facto head of the industrial-rock conglomerate Pigface. Who else would devote insane amounts of time, money, and energy to industrial music — a subgenre that had its day bathing in the money hydrant during the…

At the end of August, Fort Lauderdale-based Stuck on Evil (featuring Marilyn Manson’s original guitarist, Scott M. Putesky, plus former Basketcase vocalist John Cain Reilly, ex-Mindflower bassist Martin Davis, and drummer Jim “Smoothy” McDonald) bid adieu and set out to conquer the philistines across our great land. But alas, the…