Partying with Nashville garage rockers the Ettes would be great — judging by their entertaining nicknames alone. Nimble vocalist Lindsay “Coco” Hames, deft drummer Maria “Poni” Silver, resolute bassist Jeremy “Jem” Cohen, and recently added guitarist Johnny “Shoulders” Cauffiel currently fill out the quartet. Hanging out with a guy called…
Nile is perhaps the only death-metal band with the stones to sing about Egyptian deities boasting the penile fortitude of a three-day Cialis binge. The South Carolina quartet did just that on its fifth album, 2007’s Ithyphallic. The record’s title track details a fertility god (Min, perhaps) who annihilates his…
Tornado Rider is deeply committed to its wackiness. The Oakland trio’s MySpace bio hails them as “a powerful bird band of swirling goat god victory” before it completely devolves into some nonsense about “Norwegian butt-death” and “Nubian fire heaven.” The group plays “Sneth rock,” which stems from Snee, a land…
The Vibrators remain painfully underappreciated in the pantheon of first-wave punk rock. Although the English band began in 1976 — around the same time as the Ramones, Television, the Clash, and dozens more — its rep never took off. Vocalist/guitarist Knox (AKA Ian Carnochan) attributes this misfortune to the group’s…
VNV Nation has never been content with simply making dance music. Yes, the duo’s dense discography is laced with an innate electronic groove, but Ronan Harris and Mark Jackson don’t create sounds just to entertain the body. Since banding together in 1994, the pair of London-to-Hamburg transplants has dipped into…
As ASG pumps out stoner metal/hard rock, the Raleigh-rooted outfit’s album covers lay bare its interests. The 2002 self-titled effort features a woodcut of a topless woman. The Amplification of Self-Gratification, from 2003, spits at subtlety: Here a near-naked harlot leans on an amp dressed in Old Glory and cools…
In punk-rock parlance, Duane Peters can appropriately be classified as a “lifer.” The sneering Californian’s unofficial indoctrination into the subculture came via skateboarding, the only cred-ready sport in punk. His body is coated in fading ink. He’s founded a smattering of labels; the most successful is Disaster Records. Bands? Oh…
Do thumping club tracks move better when they’re being pumped out by a couple of guys donning gold Jason Voorhees masks? Maybe. In the four years that Toronto duo MSTRKRFT has been supplying thick electro-house, the two producers have kept some impressive company. They’ve famously remixed everyone from the Yeah…
Rare is it that a band will use a ramshackle ballad of Southern-rock longing as a platform for shoutouts to fellow musicians, but Lucero pulled the trick off admirably in “Tears Don’t Matter Much.” And one contemporary plugged in their song comes to South Florida this weekend. Cory Branan, a…
Mysterious 20-something singer Lissy Trullie has just started her musical journey, and yet the media myth-making and labeling has already begun. Trullie fashions lean, sharp indie rock but already feels saddled with a frequent “punk” misnomer. “They always try and put me in a box,” she says. “If I mention…
