New Jersey gets no respect. The entertainment industry sees it as a bastion for bad police (Copland), criminals (“The Sopranos”), and a playground for trash (“Jersey Shore”). Facebook founder/outsider Mark Zuckerberg recently made a show of his philanthropy by dumping a wad of cash on its school systems — because they suck.
Just as a 69-year-old man named Bob Dylan rolls into the Riviera Theatre on Saturday, his record label digs up a body of work by someone of the same name and nearly 50-years younger.
We have such fun with bandnames and titles at IE. Nothing tickled more than — riffing on an Epic/Legacy title — saying that The Clash live in Shea Stadium. And these Books! Gah-ha-ha-ha!
The wind’s all over the place today, so we might need a weatherman to tell us which way it’s really blowing. But we’ll get to The Witmark Demos later this week. On to our recs for Thursday!
Even by contemporary standards, when hyperbolic Internet hype and a splashy single can spell instant success, Sleigh Bells’ meteoric rise has been impressive.
At long last, Majordomo/Shout Factory finishes trotting out the ’90s Jon Spencer Blues Explosion catalog, unveiling Orange and Acme with the loving care of actual, venerated blues recordings.
Retro is in again! This weekend, we move back and forward, unconfined by time and space. Everything’s relative, anyway, so we feel no shame in not sticking to whatever it is we started this post talking about.
Deerhunter has a gift for turning clever sleights of hand into uniquely satisfying, often awe-inspiring, moments of feverish pop magic, and its discography is quickly gaining iconic status.
Win a chance for you and a guest to see Chromeo on the 30th at Congress Theatre!
Schubas, Chicago Thursday, October 14, 2010 Bell X1’s lanky frontman lost his dance moves — and with good reason. During a sold-out, whirlwind stop at Schubas, Paul Noonan plopped himself on a stool beside bassist Dominic Phillips and multi-instrumentalist Dave Geraghty and poured over the band’s catalog, stripped-down and acoustic.
. . . that’s what I thought the saying was when I was a kid. Didn’t know if the granite referred to someone being a rock or having a head full of them. Anyway, it’s typically what happens to singer/songwriters like Kim Richey.
Chicago Theatre, Chicago Sunday, October 17, 2010 Even though this year’s Lilith Fair suffered terrible ticket sales, one of the few successes was the attention-commanding appearance by Mary J. Blige. Aside from expanding her audience to convert the Sarah McLachlan-loving masses, “the queen of hip-hop soul” proved she’s finally hitting her stride as a live […]
This weekend begins with the Ides Of October, very different (if unofficial) from the Ides Of March in not only is there not a classic song (“Vehicle”) or Shakespearian drama (“Julius Caesar”), but October is three months from the end of the year where March is the same distance from the beginning.
Stop me if you’ve heard this one: High On Fire was great the other night. That could be the lead sentence to any High On Fire live review. Ever read a piece that says the band was just O.K. at such-and-such venue in such-and-such city? Or “High On Fire sounded good, but lacked stage presence”?
Rock fans groan each time one of their “own” defects to the electronic side of the die (Radiohead, Linkin Park), then put up a Red Rover front when the other side sends one back.