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Against Me! brought a reinvigorated punk rock sound to the Majestic Theater last Thursday, bolstered in no small part by the intensity and enthusiasm of frontwoman Laura Jane Grace.
Thursday night’s audience at the Majestic was alive. Fists in the air, they matched Against Me! singer Laura Jane Grace word-for-word as the band blasted their way through a set list that dug deep into the story of the Gainesville, Fla.’s punk rock titans. The audience caved in on itself in a crowd-wide mosh pit. Fans’ hearts set ablaze by hearing their favorite songs through the amplifiers.
On March 28, a surprisingly diverse crowd packed the sold-out Frequency in Madison, excited for a lineup of artists that dabbled in bluegrass, folk, punk rock and every subgenre in between. For many, the highlight of the show was Larry and His Flask, a wildly enthusiastic folk-punk outfit from central Oregon. However, they weren’t the only band on the bill that fused folk and bluegrass with the energy and aggression of punk music.
Tokyo Police Club have made their name as a unique indie rock band that embodies weird in the best way possible, and their first album in four years, Forcefield is no exception. Singer David Monks leads the Ontario four-piece with his blend of punk and classic rock crooning.
If Nine Inch Nails and Animal Collective got together, had a weird music baby and then decided to raise this newly formed music child in an underground rave for 18 years, that child would sound like something along the lines of Liars’ new album, Mess.
Texas couldn’t hold ’em: These three SXSW favorites have upcoming shows in Madison
An element of serendipity underlies Rough Francis. A band of three brothers (Bobby, Julian and Urian Hackney) and their two friends (Dylan Giambatista and Steve Williams), Rough Francis came into being once the Hackney’s learned they descended from protopunk royalty.
Bandcamp.com might be my favorite website. In its version of a free market music economy—which is free to use, requires no subscription and lets anyone upload music—objectively superior music rises to the top of the pool, as popularity is controlled entirely by listeners, not big-time record labels. Every week I scour this site, looking for not-yet-famous artists making stellar sounds. Here are some of my favorite new releases.
Mastermind producer and artist Pharrell Williams could not have chosen a better title for his first solo album since 2006. This groovy, implicitly sexual work defines Pharrell as the future sound of pop and solidifies his position at the leading edge of production and composition.
When I was told I would be able to write a film column, I knew exactly what to write about—the soundtrack.
“Don’t think I’m so cynical now. I’ve found my sound,” Neneh Cherry purrs on her song “Cynical,” off of her new album Blank Project. And yes, she has certainly found her own sound during her 16 year gap between solo albums. Cherry made her big break in the '80s with her single “Buffalo Stance,” but shrunk away from the limelight to explore her soulful punk side.
Friday, Feb. 21, a sold-out Majestic Theater was ready to escape the brutal reality of this midwestern winter with a triple bill featuring New Beat Fund, RDGLDGRN and Aer. Starting at 8:00 p.m., the standing room filled with fans in Hawaiian shirts and flowered dresses, eager to forget about the negative wind-chill outside.
Vertical Scratchers’ debut Daughters of Everything delivers an album packed full of energy, soothing vocals and enough garage-band aura to get listeners pumped up for each and every song.
Saturday night, under Union lights and a Badger’s roof, two of Chicagoland’s up-and-comers established their rock 'n' roll empires, if only for a night. Grunge school graduates Mutts and heartland indie rockers Empires took over the Sett’s stage Saturday, blaring their way through sets full of slow-burner jams and light-hearted indie rock, sprinkled with sharp-edged grunge and shades of punk.
There’s a negative, knee-jerk reaction to country in certain circles of musical fandom. You know the one; the glib response of “I listen to everything but country and rap” immediately comes to mind. I can’t help but think it’s a gracious mix of regionalism and sour elitism—the term conjures images of overalls-wearing, beer-guzzling, sister-kissing bumpkins from the Deep South, crooning sultry ballads to their tractors. We refined city folk, we have more serious interests, like “House of Cards” and, I don’t know, The Wall Street Journal.
I really wanted to like Bear Hands’ sophomore album, Distraction. The Brooklyn natives formed in 2006 and released their first album, Burning Bush Supper Club, in 2010. Distraction is full of interesting new sounds and confident, irreverent lyrics, but somehow still feels disjointed.
After touring heavily with Puerto Rican garage rock band Davila 666, AJ Davila introduces himself as a solo act—just as powerful as the up-and-coming group from which he just recently split—on his debut solo album, Terror/Amor. Terror/Amor has the same San Juan, sunny, grunge-scene feel as Davila 666’s previous work, but Davila spins his own electric energy into the mix.
Com Truise takes us on another journey through time and space with his release of Wave 1, which documents the venturing of a robot to a newly discovered planet.
The first time I heard Big Gigantic, I had no idea what I was hearing. In fact, as far as I can remember, it was my first experience actively listening to electronic music. One of my best friends, a jazz saxophonist who I played with in bands in high school, was immersed in the electronic dance music, or EDM, culture. At some point I must have let it slip the only electronic music I knew about consisted of a few Daft Punk hits and the generic “dubstep” music that echoed through the hallways of our high school around 2009—because he then saw it as his responsibility to educate me, for which I am eternally grateful. Given his profound taste for jazz and the fact we were both instrumentalists, it makes perfect sense Big Gigantic was his first recommendation.
The Associated Students of Madison Diversity Committee hosted a celebration of the “unity of identities” at Union South Tuesday.
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