Matt and Kim (Saturday, 7:30 pm, Bigfoot Stage)
Flexing the likability of the Portland Timbers and the
infectious charm of the Muppets, Brooklyn’s dance-rock duo is the band
you always wanted to p
Of Note: Mark Stock submitted the two enclosed pieces of art ("I've been playing around with my girlfriend's iPad," he says) in lieu of live photos. -Ed.
Sink or swim, Thousands’ Kristian Garrard and Luke Bergman will no doubt do so together. They share a super adhesive bond more commonly seen in chess teams, where players are forced to predict strategy five moves into the future.
This post is a few days late going up. It's not Mark's fault. -Ed.It’s quite easy to imagine Yuck being forged from the same hot iron that produced indie rock in the late '80s and early '90s. But they band is too young, and too distant, I keep telling myself (to no avail). After all, they’re English.
Truth is, Yuck makes me feel good. Makes me feel fuzzy and nostalgic. The b...
We encourage all our writers to draw cartoons to accomadate their live reviews. These bitchin' drawings come via Mark Stock.
Sometimes three bands play a single show. Other times, three shows play a single evening. Wednesday night at Holocene felt more like a mini-festival than a single ticket, offering bands with certain ties but very distinctive sounds.
“There’s a whole lotta Canada in...
I love a good Point Break reference and Chicago’s glam rock upstarts Smith Westerns make it all the easier. Frontman Cullen Omori is the personification of the 1991 film, equal parts Keanu Reeves in appearance and Patrick Swayze (RIP) in shear infectious recklessness. For a band that’s comprised of kids, the quintet is truly impressive, incorporating sides of Bowie, The Kinks and—probably mo...
A good band is a double-sided one. Its head sees all and therefore tends to be a bit prettier, occasionally in makeup and always smiling for the studio microphones. Its tail is scrappier, with bald spots here and there and the wagging freedom of next to no constraint.
Hangovers, stolen band equipment, migas, God and a severe lack of towels at the hotel. Not to mention Portland's big breakout day (the reason I avoided the National and Band of Horses covering Cee-Lo). It's Sunday in Austin, Texas.
No rain, more football jerseys than “Keep Austin Weird” bumper stickers and barbecue for breakfast. It must be Saturday in the capitol of Texas. Somehow, I managed to see M.I.A.'s “Paper Planes” performed three different times, saw Danger Mouse play every instrument on stage...
We sent Mark Stock to Austin for the ACL festival again this year (well, he sent himself, but we got him a press pass), only to find out that he's a Phish fan. He took lots of photos with a non-digital camera. Those are coming tomorrow. So without further ado, part one of his Austin adventures.....
It ended too soon, but that's the sad truth about young bands with limited catalogs. “We don't know anything else,” co-lyricist Aaron Espinoza said, wrapping up the last of his new band's record I Heart California.
Admiral Radley is a little more Grandaddy tha...