Posts Tagged ‘band’

Natural Man

Joe Kuban’s work and music have built an environmental legacy.
Jeff Prince
A teenager was just itching to set fire to Tandy Hills Park. But maybe there were other ways to destroy the trees.


Egypt Central

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When you name your band after one of Iron Maiden’s favorite themes but sound like Limp Bizquick, you’re just asking to get your ass kicked.



Still Somber

In their melancholia, Collin Herring and Titanmoon reluctantly sit atop a bounty of excellent new CDs.
ANTHONY MARIANI
Alot of big local bands tend to put out new stuff this time of year.


The Redwalls

The Show
A lot of burgeoning artists are fortunate enough to inherit their parents’ record collections and discover music they missed during its first go-around.



Bullet For My Valentine

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Bullet For My Valentine’s Scream Aim Fire is either a disastrous attempt by a Welsh metal band to sound as Californian as possible or a brilliant example of a Welsh band posing as a California band posing as a Welsh band.


Randy Brown

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Stumble into Pearl’s Dancehall & Saloon some night to catch a show by Randy Brown, the Insiders, or Tommy Alverson, and you’ll experience the sound and feel of a gin-yoo-wine Fort Worth honkytonk.



Slowly But Surely

New muddy-rock trio Vincent’s got a lot of buzz — and promise.
JIMMY FOWLER
Here’s a timeless image of a twentysomething bassist in a new band: Coby Queen answers his cell phone for a 1 p.m. interview, then asks for a few minutes’ reprieve.


Whiskers

Though still young, the Catfish Whiskey guys have matured a lot recently, as their new LP may prove.
CAROLINE COLLIER
Five years ago, Catfish Whiskey was all about the party.



Otep

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The metal womanifesto has been set in stone now for some 20 years, ever since Doro Pesch headed Warlock towards the halls of the mountain king and Lita Ford kissed herself deadly.


Bruising

Locals The Black Bonnets dig deep into the past to unearth some brutal beauty.
JOSHUA LOEWEN
I love to see musicians squirm,” David Matsler said, beaming his best shit-eating grin over a half-finished glass of whiskey.