Daron Beck’s Change of Heart
Here’s a cautionary tale for all you local band people who have been partying as if replacement organs are readily accessible, cheap, and easy...
Phantomelo’s Sounds from Thin Air
Most musicians I know hate answering what most laypeople would consider a fairly simple, straightforward question: “What does your band sound like?” The dismissive...
Don’t Feed the Trolls
I hate typing “Black Pussy.” I hate that the Portland-based riff-rockers are getting even more press because of their name (and there’s been a...
Once-and-Future Toadies
One day, someone is going to write a book about local rock icons the Toadies. The band’s storyline seems plucked out of a John...
Junk in the Trunk
I’ve got something weighing on me, and while I’m loathe to write about it, I need to toss it out to the open air,...
Blades of Smoke
For a band that started as an excuse for a couple buddies to hang out, jam some sludge metal, and drink beer, Mountain of...
Revenge of the Panthy
Dude! Warbeast! Wait. Let me start from the beginning. On Sunday, the Weekly hosted the 20th iteration of our Music Awards ceremony at the...
Vandoliers to Bloodshot
This past spring, Vandoliers rolled a seven at the proverbial South-by-Southwest crapshoot, winning a record deal with Chicago’s most venerable and storied Americana label,...
R.I.P. Vinnie Paul
Long before half of Tarrant County had a Leon or Kelly Clarkson story, everyone with an 817 phone number had an Abbott brothers story....
Hall of Fame Class of 2018
Every year as part of our Music Awards celebration, we induct local artists, writers, producers, club owners, and other music actors into the Fort...
