Even if his name doesn’t ring a bell, Rick Bauer’s towering frame should be easily recognizable to savvy Broward nightlifers. The six-foot-two Bauer and his band regularly play drinking holes from Himmarshee to Pompano Beach, digging into a massive trick bag for bar-rocking covers and late-night sing-alongs. With Daybreak, Bauer…
It’s been a couple of months since the IPO of Only Human, the latest album from Fort Lauderdale rockers Crease, so momentum has built to a fever pitch for this week’s official release party. Human is the band’s best effort to date, a swing-for-the-fences, Rock-with-a-capital-R affair. Producer Charles Dye simultaneously…
Betcha holiday time at the Burbridge home is a helluva party. Older brother Kofi is the virtuoso flautist and keyboardist for the Derek Trucks Band, and the younger Oteil plays bass with that legendary rock ‘n’ roll fraternity known as the Allman Brothers Band. I imagine copious whiskey, lots of…
After so much give and take, after growing so close to the Great Pumpkin through so many years of intimacy, we all want Billy Corgan’s solo debut to burst like a golden light through the storm clouds of his recent meandering. The Pumpkins didn’t end well. Zwan was divisive. But…
Thanks to rhymers like Pluzwun and Mike West, the 954 is starting to get noticed as a hotbed of hip-hop creativity. As the Fort Liquordale community pulls itself up by its bootstraps and works hard to build a scene, folks might want to take a look north to rope in…
Ladies and gents, cats and kittens, saints and sinners — get ready for the full custom gospel sounds of the Reverend Horton Heat! For more than 20 years, the good reverend (known as James Heath outside the clergy) has been holding Mass for the masses, shepherding a faithful flock with…
“Hey, folks, we just flew in from Libya, and, boy, are our arms tired!” Not that San Francisco rockers the Heavenly States are corny enough to start a show that way, but they certainly could if they wanted. In an unprecedented example of rock ‘n’ roll good will, the four-piece…
As a physician based in South Florida, I can’t tell you how many referrals I’ve written for patients with environmental allergies. But even as the state fights to eradicate melaleuca trees, another nonnative species sends patients to my office faster than a Claritin overdose. It makes poison ivy seem like…
With its eponymous debut, hard-rock fourpiece Far From Gone attracts the spotlight that so often favors Broward over Palm Beach County. The eight-song CD starts off with a bang, lining up a trio of powerhouse tracks with a strong sense of melody and group dynamics. Vocalist Jeff Irving is a…
If you thought Iron and Wine’s sleepytime hush was out of place coming from Miami, you’ll be shocked at the true-blue, back porch country wail of the Down Home Southernaires. Composed of members of part-time experimental jazz-rockers Pygmy, the Southernaires’ boot scoot boogie creaks and twangs with old yokel vocals,…
After spending years jamming on elegant sushi and dishing out raw blues, it’s no surprise local Renaissance man Kenny Millions is going to the source of both. This week, Millions teams up with Akikazu Nakamura, an esteemed Japanese musician who’s a recognized master of the wooden shakuhachi flute. After a…
For the first time in his life, Beatcomber is running without anybody chasing him. About a month ago, he trotted around his neighborhood heart trail, dismayed at the lung butter he coughed up and the strange euphoria that arose from the exertion. He’s as shocked as you are that it’s…
Just in time for Father’s Day, Broward MC Bloody Phill arrives with this EP, featuring six tracks — three originals and instrumental versions of each. The focal point is the male-empowerment anthem “Baby Daddy,” giving big-ups to all the real-deal dads who put time, money, and love into raising their…
It’s one thing to hit all the right sonic touchstones; it’s something else to balance your influences with a unique artistic sensibility. Led by Kylee Swenson’s bold, breathy vocals, San Francisco dream-pop fivesome Loquat floats on faraway synths, glistening guitars, and tiptoe drum programming; images of an Edie Brickell-lead Church…
Didja happen to notice those breasts on the cover of this issue? Many a local band would be far better off if they had a rack like that. Forget talent, drive, and ambition — it’s the milk pillows that matter. OK, wee exaggeration. Try this: An old and mostly true…
Downtown Miami’s I/O continues to play host to long-lost hip-hoppers on the comeback trail. Black Moon, Digable Planets, and Fatlip have all spit to South Florida fans in the past few months, and now underground legend Masta Ace gets his turn. Ace sprouted from the Brooklyn projects into critical acclaim…
Outrageous but true statement of the week: Keane is Coldplay without guitars. Ridiculous! you argue. A lie! you say. Just check out the English trio’s 2004 release, Hopes and Fears, and you’ll hear for yourself. Front and center are vocalist Tom Chaplin’s rosey-hued voice and Tim Rice-Oxley’s melodramatic piano. All…
Uhh… Err… Umm… Wha??? I’m at a loss for words. Funtymz’s revelatory, six-song CD Love Factory is so devastatingly atrocious that it enters the rarefied realm of the superlative. As in: this is the most unlistenable music I’ve ever heard. In its own ridiculous way, it’s perfect. Like Cheetos. Am…
Just what Miami needs: another fabulously chic, grossly overpriced temple of sin. Multimillion-dollar dance club Nocturnal opened its doors at the beginning of May and has already garnered serious buzz because, well, Miami loves a serious buzz. While the upstairs roof deck — replete with downtown views and a fog…
If you read these pages reverently, then you’ve probably been following the progress of one Mrs. Judy Blem and her struggle to keep original music alive and low-cost in Broward County. In her latest arrangement, it seems Blem has found the right place for the right tunes. Cheers, Fort Lauderdale’s…
When the Black Crowes and Velvet Revolver play back-to-back South Florida shows, it’s not tough to spot the trend: Tomorrow’s bleeding-edge anachronism is surely surly ’90s alt-rock. Goodbye, jittery and angular. Hello, brash and swaggering. Every tie-dyed longhair and half-drunk frat boy who flocked to downtown Fort Lauderdale hours before…
If you need any further proof that Europe has cornered the market on weird, shtick-pop detritus homage, Stereo Total ought to settle the issue. The duo, composed of French femme fatale Françoise Cactus and German übermensch Brenzel Göring, has existed on the fringe of art-pop trash acclaim for ten years…
