​Like all purebred party animals, the adventuresome men of Miami garage psych crew Lil Daggers welcome any kind of fun, no matter how dangerous, drunk, or bizarre. They’ll play house parties. They’ll play pool parties. They’ll play satanic séances, bake sales and shit fights. From the very first Pagan fuck…

​Like a hipster boy who just got dumped by his admittedly too-perfect girlfriend, White Room’s having a tough time bouncing back from its recent breakup with local queen of cool, Poplife. Especially harsh was the fact that the bitch (er, Poplife, in this case) immediately shacked up with that new,…

​You’ve heard the haters’ standard bitch: “Man, the rap game these days ain’t nothin’ but a lobotomized, blinged-out, corporate pimp.” And while that’s true to a certain extent, hip-hop in the late aughts is anything but a bag of boring, homogenized bullshit. For every one-dimensional gangsta rap retread, you’ve got…

​The world is full of awful noise and sometimes one’s sanity depends entirely upon getting a teensy bit of quiet time. But it should never be too quiet. That’s where Sharlyn Everetsz’ unsteadily strummed guitars and whispery vocals come in handy. Hers is singer-songwritery stuff that’s better than silence.  Yesterday,…

​The pitfalls of teen stardom are legend — sex, drugs, burnout, overexposure, the dreaded 20th birthday, or even a simple case of the incurable crazies à la Wacko Jacko. Way back in ’79, Leif Garrett hit the ‘ludes, crashed his car, and almost killed his friend while, more recently, we’ve…

The ever-elusive Scotchy as rendered by Jamie Tao. A man of many beards and a million sunglasses, local blues rocker Uncle Scotchy is so rarely seen — truly seen — that some of you have begun to doubt his very existence. Admittedly, the guy’s an enigma wrapped in a riddle…

​If the current South Florida thrash scene were a rotting animal carcass, then Vultures are Wolves would be the three-headed scavenger beast sent forth from, as the band describes it, the “disgusting swamps of Miami” to clean up the mess. (Well, maybe I shouldn’t say clean up so much as…

​​These days it has become exceedingly rare to see a show flyer that’s been produced entirely without the aid of a computer. (I mean, we as a people are so obscenely wired that it seems the next logical step should be embedding a Bluetooth into my skull and/or seamlessly interfacing…

​In the vast suburban everywheres of the North, there is a surplus of Sublime-obsessed white boys who smoke reefer as if it were a bodybuilding supplement for the brain. They jam incessantly, knocking out funky pseudo-ska while backed by their great-aunt’s analog drum machine. And during band breaks, each individual…

​Ever since wandering away from the pseudo-industrial barrios of their native Uruguay almost a half-decade ago, the dark, druggy boys of Monoblock — Martin TC and Guikle — have survived and thrived by zigzagging through the secret underground tunnels that connect all international party meccas. Thus far, the techno-house experimentalists…

​Last week, you totally blew it, missing the jumpoff for Dade County hustler Pitbull’s impending album Rebelution. (I mean really … Where is your civic pride? The guy carries the keys to our city.) You missed a backdoor taste of club bangers like “Calle Ocho,” “Hotel Room Service,” and “Krazy”…

​As a little runt in the late ’80s, I owned a rabbit’s foot keychain. And really, didn’t everyone? Back then, lucky bunny body parts were still a genuine fixture of pop culture. Today though, the hallowed tradition of carrying a severed rodent’s leg on your person as some sort of…

​The final, frenzied countdown to party time has begun. In exactly three days, the Magic City’s most discerning club rats — and fanatical apparel collectors — will swarm the Awarehouse for Saturday’s Sweat X Iggy Pop T-Shirt Release. (If you haven’t yet RSVP-ed, get on the list right now. Note:…

​The endlessly fascinating thing about this flyer for the Obey Your Mastour kickoff party is the oddly erotic moment transpiring between the two humanoid creatures, struggling front and center. To be honest, I can’t fully decode the sequence or nature of whatever’s happening here … I mean, what exactly is…