From the moment Cinema Sounds No. 6 was announced, there’s been a serious swirl of secrecy surrounding the whole thing. And no matter how hard we batter him with questions, Roofless Rex exec Matt Preira refuses to reveal anything but the most basic details. He just smirks and says: “It’s…
Local psychedelicists Ice Cream will still play Interstellar, though.S. PajotNewspapers suck. They get printed and that’s it. Meanwhile, the world keeps spinning, the internets keep churning, and party plans get revised a dozen times. In this week’s Night + Day calendar section, the New Times got all hyped up about…
You’re a popular dominatrix with ten years of experience in torture play. You’ve got an extensive collection of rubber cudgels and leather whips. You’re a very, very naughty girl. Well, not really. Compared to European freaks of the 16th and 17th centuries, you are a total amateur. Back then, a…
A couple of months ago, British electro-indie-art-rock-retro-pop guy Dan Black made his first trip to Miami to play Dirty Hairy at LIV. (Check out a video here.) That night, he sat down with the New Times to talk about emerging music genres, ex-bandmates, copyright squabbles with the bride of B.I.G.,…
Singer Justin Rivers gets possessed.S. PajotWhen Ice Cream and crew invaded El Warehouse (a live-work rental in Little Haiti) last Friday, there was supposed to be a keg. Five bucks for unlimited beer. Well … No go. Instead, kids packed the trunks of their clunkers with Bud tallboys, High Life,…
Crip walk to the American Airlines Arena (601 Biscayne Blvd., Miami) for some low-frequency bass therapy at the White Lion Records 15th Anniversary Megaconcert. Presented by 800-411-PAIN, get help from Latin rap and reggaeton heads, including Calle 13, Tego Calderon, Ivy Queen, Cosculluela, Jowell y Randy, JKing y Maximan, Julio…
In the eternal pantheon of R&B divadom, there’s a hierarchy and a history. The rank and order of things, though, is something that will be debated forever by full-time fans and casual critics, so we’ll just step away from that messy, brutal battle. Instead, let’s speak to the chronological record,…
Left to right: Switch, the Major, and DiploWhat do you need to know that you don’t already know? Over the last few years, Switch (real name Dave Tayor) has become one of the most massive masterminds of mash-up music in this new-ish millennium. He and Diplo (real name Wesley Pentz)…
Skinnydipping after dark with a few longhair BFFs is one of the best ways to spend a springtime Friday night. The water’s green, the sky’s green, and there’s no discernible horizon. It’s cold, but not that cold. And the wind whistles like music while puffy, cartoon-ish letters float through the…
Even if you’ve never met the man who built Churchill’s (5501 NE Second Ave., Miami), he’s pretty easy to spot. His name is Dave Daniels, and he’s that dapper 68-year-old gentleman with the great, white grandfatherly beard. On a typical night, Daniels can be found sitting at the far end…
Shad Gregory Moss, the artist formerly known as Lil’ Bow Wow, is a man-child of many talents. He raps, he acts, he twitters while driving drunk through the streets of Miami Beach. And Sunday, Bow Wow’s gonna show off his on-court skills (see: 2002’s orphan-becomes-NBA-superstar flick Like Mike) in a…
Little Beard, photographed by Liana MinassianThe streets, squats, garages, and clubs of unincorporated Miami-Dade are flooded with unsigned indie bands, punk crews, rap collectives, and solo singer-songwriter types. And they’re all calculating their imminent signing bonus. Even you, dear New Times reader, must fantasize from time to time about becoming…
Back in January when the New Times named Lil Daggers’ limited-edition Stragglers Tour EP to our “Best Local Albums of 2009” list, we said: “If you were either lucky or obsessed enough to score one of these exceedingly rare 10-inch discs at the outset, you’ll already agree Yuri, Ruben, Gabe,…
Last Thursday, Destroyio Records invaded Churchill’s again. And every species of Miami punk was there: Hialeah soccer hooligans, dreaded lezzies, Calle Ocho crusties, Subhumans squat rats, weekend anarchists, Misfits aerobics instructors, hardcore dudes with neck tattoos, etc. It was a mixed pit. Everyone sipped some kind of clear alcohol from…
Everyone’s dreamt about discovering a drippingly delicious pizza planet. But only Orlando’s Yip Yip had the courage to cross the cosmos in pursuit of pepperoni.Before becoming interstellar explorers, though, Jason Temple (Yip 1) and Brian Esser (Yip 2) were just like the rest of us. They watched the stars, dreaming…
If you can find a South Florida bookie taking bets on this Sunday’s b-ball squabble between the Harlem Globetrotters and the Washington Generals, let it ride on the underdog. After conceding something like 10,000 consecutive games to Harlem, the Generals are due for a win. And with the odds near…
Each and every South Florida sports fanatic’s got his own pro versus college fantasy. For example, who wouldn’t want to see a winner-takes-all brawl pitting the 1972 Dolphins against the 1987 ’Canes in the old Orange Bowl? Yeah, that would be awesome. But given certain deficiencies in current time-travel technology,…
As bored young professionals with a median age of 28, we here at Crossfade spend our days online and our nights in the club. While it’s light outside, we Twitter, blog, and stalk former sex partners on Facebook. Then, as soon as the sun goes down, we drink too much,…
For a pixie-ish twin-sister act like Tegan and Sara, the inherent novelty and cuteness of your situation can be both a good and a bad thing. It’s good because two, physically identical, 20-something siblings writing songs and strumming guitars in perfect unison is an automatic marketing hook. It’s good because…
Lucky for us, Tom Gabel and crew are totally cool with young, hip Broward County — because, despite being Florida boys themselves, the members of Against Me! sure have no love for Dade County. The song “Miami” speaks its piece shout-along style: “Your gut’s expanding, your hairline’s receding/The sores are…
Flyer by Johnny SaraivaTo my unfocused eyes and deranged mind, this flyer wasn’t just a paper advertisement for some inevitably awesome show. At the time, it looked like the symbological key to a psychedelic netherworld. Those three goth-y faces, the double snakes, and that triangular gloam getting sucked into a…
Last night’s New Times banger got off to a lukewarm start. But by 10:30 p.m., the crowd was finally ready to fucking party. With unknown quantities of free Barefoot pinot grigio and a couple hundred pisscups of Magic Hat #9 turning their brains to sponges, people shed their inhibitions and…
