Irish Nicky is so Irish that he pisses leprechauns and bleeds Lucky Charms. He’s so Irish that his sink pours whiskey, his own dog hates him, and he’s got every Sinead O’Connor album on his phone. Nothin’ against the Irish, but, Nicky’s a terrible Irishman. Last time he went home…
What’re they putting in the water in Reykjavik? Icelandic ambient post-rock band Sigur Ros seem to have discovered the elixir for eternal youth. For a band that’s been around nearly 20 years, their output volume and touring stamina is pretty insane — not to mention their ability to stay relevant…
On a breezy Sunday afternoon, you could hear the throbbing bass of electronic dance music pulsing down Second Avenue in Delray Beach. And if you followed your sense of rhythm, you could dance through two wide-open patio doors and into a courtyard where DJs, handpicked by EDM duo Deep Therapy,…
In the wake of Tropical Storm Andrea, the streets of downtown Lake Worth were glossy with the evidence of periodic rain. The air hung, visibly stagnant, in the glow of street lights. And although J Street was quiet, there was barely an empty parking spot around. Propaganda glowed red, and…
It’s eight o’clock in the evening. A three hour, once a week workshop just let out at Florida Atlantic University. The students spill out of the classrooms and disappear. Suddenly, the central nervous system of FAU becomes a cricket littered vacuum. In the video game corridor, at any moment, it…
In Miami, DJs are a dime a dozen. For better or for (usually) worse, anyone with a laptop and a Facebook profile can potentially jump on deck and take over the party. Fortunately, in the land of eternally thumping bass, a few real DJ talents emerged. Perhaps the most decorated,…
Nine Inch Nails fans, just when you started getting used to the idea of never again seeing a live show and playing out all the old records into eternity, Trent Reznor came along and blew our minds with all sorts of shrieks of happiness-inducings announcements. After 2009’s farewell tour and…
That sweat on your back and the afternoon thunderstorm can only mean one thing: Spring is over. With summer upon us, it’s time to look at what music awaits as you dodge mosquitos and floss the mango rind from your teeth. As always, this is one writer’s perspective on which…
This just in, from concert promoter Live Nation: The June 8th Fleetwood Mac show at South Florida’s BB&T Center has been cancelled due to an unexpected scheduling conflict. The tour will resume on June 10 in Atlanta, Georgia. Ticket refunds will be issued at the point of purchase. Sorry, kids!…
It’s a well known fact that when it comes to gathering great musical mementos and legendary lore, Hard Rock is the one institution that brings rock’s past to life. While some may choose to make the pilgrimage to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Museum in Cleveland, but, um…..
When Dopapod hits the stage, unleashing a flow of bouncy, progressive, jam-rock, a fun scene ensues. In the audience, faces and LED glow toys become illuminated, and the room seems to move like one big, warm, dancing organism. The band delights in being the funky heart. The childlike bliss seen…
The healing power of music is indisputable. And chances are that if you “feel” something — anything, anger, love, heartache, etc. — someone else has already written or performed a song to help you cope. Or at the very least, written a song to help them cope and inadvertently carried…
Pretend you’re too cool to watch Nashville for a second… OK, now, tell the truth. You love it. You hate Juliette Barnes, and can’t decide who’s dreamier: Deacon or Gunnar. But most importantly, admit that you wept when Rayna Jaymes’ tykes belted out “Hey Ho” almost as amazingly as the…
Better than: Every other kind of circus. Peter Frampton is a bona fide guitar hero. While this might not be quite the revelation we’re attempting to paint it as here, it is a fact that is unfortunately lost in the din of fanfare the singer/songwriter/guitarist still receives for his use…
With Memorial Day over, and clubs now replete with gals in skinny white jeans, L.A. underground hip-hop hero Blu (born Johnson Barnes) showed impeccable timing by releasing a new take on a seasonal classic. Flipping Fresh Prince & Jazzy Jeff’s original poppy 1992 track on its head, Blu teamed up…
“At the last show we brought in goat skulls from [a party supply store] and painted pentagrams on them. We ran gauntlets and wore black metal shirts. I’m guessing that’s why we’ve never been asked back to the Funky Buddha Lounge,” Simone Puleo, singer and rhythm guitarist for Dr. Martino,…
Anyone who knows the Jacuzzi Boys knows that Miami’s rambunctious kings of glazed-out garage rock are pretty huge fans of Fleetwood Mac. They even named last summer’s Saturday night dance party at the Garret after 1979’s Tusk, arguably the group’s greatest album. Whether they’re chilling at Iggy Pop’s, spinning records…
Killswitch Engage take the roots of hardcore punk, the flash of guitar wizardry, the evil core of heavy fuckin’ death metal, and the heart of rock and roll, throw them in a mosh pit, and create some of the most brutally harmonious music the world has ever known. Their tour…
Shroud Eater Album release party with Ancient Albatross, Orbweaver, Amplifier Orgy. 8 p.m. Friday, May 31, at Propaganda, 6 S. J St., Lake Worth. Entrance is $5. Call 561-547-7273, or visit propagandalw.com. Clearly, Shroud Eater doesn’t cater to the faint of heart. Unapologetically devoted to brutal thrash and metal mayhem,…
Goddamn, we were looking forward to see Big Boi and Killer Mike dominate the stage at Revolution Live next week. But we just read the supremely crappy news on Pitchfork, that their tour is being postponed. Dear gods of music, why would you do this to us? Is it because…
We at County Grind are regulars on the old music cruise scene. We sailed the high seas on S.S. Coachella’s maiden voyage, we got krazy with Gene Simmons on the Kiss Kruise, rocked and “rolled” with the wildest ravers on the Holy Ships, and got tore up on the Bruise…
As natives to the subtropic flatlands of South Florida, do we ever really grow tired of sun-soaked afternoons on the sand spent gazing up at the swaying palm trees and clear blue skies? We didn’t think so, and neither do the Hollywood trio of power-pop garage rockers, Beach Day, who…
