If you’ve been paying attention to the news–and it’s almost impossible not to at a time like this–you’ve no doubt witnessed the horrors our poor Caribbean neighbors in Haiti have endured since a major earthquake registering 7.0 on the Richter mag scale all but obliterated the small impoverished country sharing…
Few artists in the world of electronic dance music can take credit for the sort of self-styled signature sound that has made Mark Farina one of the most original and idiosyncratic DJ/producers of the past 20 years. He’s a house-music veteran with old ties to the scenes in Chicago, Detroit,…
There’s something to be said for pairing things. Do it right and you can end up with peanut butter in your chocolate or Jameson in your Guinness. And then there’s a bill like Empire State DJ/producer Victor Calderone and Philipp Jung of German production duo M.A.N.D.Y. on the same night,…
Furious Dudes Sons of Bitchin’ (self-released) facebook.com/furiousdudes Thrashy lo-fi garage punk is currently storming out of my speakers with a generous potential to wreck my somewhat capable system to abject shit. Wow. Though I can’t wholly get behind the moniker these guys have chosen for themselves (think of the jokes),…
The cover art for Monotonix’s recent full-length Where Were You When It Happened? is a crotch-shot of two fists tearing open an unzipped denim fly. Someone has probably sneaked your camera into the bathroom and taken this sort of picture as a prank. But in this case, bursting from the…
What kind of person drunkenly slams into a biker on the Rickenbacker Causeway and then speeds away while the cyclist bleeds to death on the road?via Miami-Dade Police DepartmentIn the case of this Sunday’s horrific crash, its the same kind of person who can rack up more than 40 traffic…
Night Watch is a regular feature about bars and clubs by nightlife columnist Tara Nieuwesteeg. Here in sunny South Florida, we have the privilege of visiting the beach, with its white sands, surrounding palm trees, turquoise waters, and scantily-clad sunbathers every day of the year. But sometimes (especially with the…
via Rolling StonePolice say Carlos Bertonatti was drunk when he plowed into a cyclist on Sunday.An up-and-coming Miami pop singer with slick looks and a Sony recording contract has been charged with vehicular homicide in a horrific hit-and-run crash near Key Biscayne yesterday.Carlos Bertonatti, a 28-year-old who lives on Key…
Radioboxer ain’t fuckin’ around. And they want you to know it. They’ve started off the year on a mean tear. First, there was a gig at everyone’s favorite punk/rock haven, Churchill’s, last Thursday. Then on Saturday, they rocked the Design District courtesy of Bardot. And they’ve got more opportunities still…
Like vampires, hipsters are allergic to the sun. Sometimes even moonbeams. So, last Saturday, it only made sense that the Electric Pickle’s upstairs romper room was darker than a fucking coffin for Lil Daggers’ set. The only light in the room was the ambient glow of BlackBerrys mid-text and a…
Furious DudesSons of Bitchin’ (Self-released)facebook.com/furiousdudes Thrashy lo-fi garage punk is currently storming out of my speakers with the potential to turn my capable system to abject shit. Wow. Though I can’t wholly get behind the moniker these guys have chosen for themselves (think of the jokes), I do get completely…
Below is a selection of New Times music writers’ favorite local albums from 2009. This is by no means exhaustive and appears in random order. For the full list, visit Crossfade, New Times’ music blog, at blogs.miaminewtimes.com/crossfade. The Pretty Faces Another Sound (self-released) myspace.com/theprettyfaces Another threesome leading the new fresh…
Cash Money Records’ original offices in New Orleans were located between a body shop and a hot tub dealer. Still, the label moved hundreds of thousands of albums from those humble digs and signed an unprecedented distribution deal with Universal Records in 1998. That kept the label largely independent but…
You can easily call Richie Havens a folk singer. He is, after all, an acoustic-guitar-playing Boomer. But you can’t call him typical: His distinctive style couldn’t be further from the sanctimonious post-Dylan stereotype. Instead, he’s continued to propagate the dogged, soulful, street-level folk that made him famous. Havens first drew…
In the early- to mid-aughts there was a huge deluge of post-Strokes revivalists that flooded and clogged the scene. Sometime around 2006, it all hit critical mass, Casablancas and Co. went on indefinite hiatus, and the thing began to die. Meanwhile, a new trend — electro-tinged, indie pop mash-ups –…
Photo by JipsyAn interior view of the Max Fish pop-up bar during this past Art Basel Miami Beach.Finally. A place to hang out in downtown Miami that’s not a club or a “lounge” or a restaurant or a venue of any kind, just a bar, and one that’s cheap but…
A new South Beach, velvet-rope spot is anticipated to open before the end of this month. It is a resurrection of the old Rumi locale, next to SET on Lincoln Road. And before you roll your eyes and start a death clock, you should check out the deets from the…
Photo by Ian WitlenThe stoner metal hardliners ain’t gonna like this one, but, shock, horror, Allen Blickle, drummer of the awesome Savannah quartet Baroness, has musical taste besides sludge and doom. (Drummers, because of their scarcity, always seem to be the musical oddballs in bands, though.) Stereogum posted yesterday his…
Thanks to the Miami-Dade public bus system — the bane of my carless existence, BTW — I missed the 8 p.m. start time for the January 6 Roofless Records show at Sweat. Luckily though, thanks to random PA problems, the chronically tardy nature of Miami’s hipster class, and a little…
House music reigned supreme at Vagabond Saturdays throughout 2009, with weekly performances by such classic house luminaries as Frankie Knuckles, Little Louie Vega, Jellybean Benitez, and Jesse Saunders. So far the soulful house vibes promise to live on at the downtown hotpot in 2010, and Saturday night brings a special…
Is it possible to start out a blog on Gloria Estefan without some sort of allusion to rhythm and its getting you? Is it even possible to avoid aforementioned allusion when the place is called Bongo’s? Considering how inescapably annoying that song is, probably not. But here’s an attempt: In…
Phish’s triumphant return after a five-year hiatus culminated this past week with a four-night run at American Airlines Arena, ending on New Year’s Eve. This set of gigs also marked the ten-year anniversary of Phish’s Y2K Big Cypress party that brought roughly 80,000 fans to the local Seminole reservation, an…
