Spread across Austin Counts' new record are songs of jealousy, sin and heartache, scenes of jail cells and barrooms, and if you look hard enough, even a bit of redemption.
Since forming in Detroit as The Wildbunch back in '96, the Electric 6 has been one of the more consistent bands from that city's actually-eclectic '90s garage scene.
For 30 years South by Southwest has been bringing a smorgasbord of film, music and innovative lectures and showcases from around the world to Austin, Texas
No, he didn’t invent rock and roll music.
Otep Shamaya—frontwoman, songwriter and concept-creator with the band that bears her name—is fired up.
The debut release from Tucson’s Lowlife is a concept album about memory and the self, essentially a one-sided, internal conversation that looks back in time.
If you know anything about the Broadway musical Kinky Boots, which won a half-dozen of the Tonys it was nominated for back in '13, its storyline centers on a failing shoe factory's attempt to cater to an "under-serviced niche market," in this case, quality footwear for transvestites.
Modern funk has taken off and luckily I'm in the middle of it.
Olivia Reardon’s sound could be called a mix of Erykah Badu soul and the gospel-tinged blues of The Black Crowes. “Jazzy, funky, r&b, rock, blues, country,” she calls it.
For decades now, general associations from outside of Tucson about what this town’s musical exports sound like has been pithily summed up under the ridiculously vague, narrow and oversimplified term “desert rock.”
There is a sentient cup out there right now wondering about the meaning of its life.
Two decades into a hugely successful career, Australian hard rockers the Sick Puppies put out its fifth studio album, Fury, last May.
As the ’60s ended, Tucsonan and Stone Poneys founder Bob Kimmel created the legendary Concert Series at McCabes Guitar Shop in Santa Monica, California, featuring a diverse roster of performers such as Jackson Browne, Tom Waits and Chet Atkins, along with hundreds of others.
There were no boundaries to begin with when ChamberLab set out to present classical music with a punk ethos.
Ever since the epochal ’60s run of Bob Dylan, whose groundbreaking literate expressionism was one of the foremost and, to this day, almost unparalleled artistic achievements in the era of recorded music, the archetype of the singer/songwriter has remained in the forefront of western pop music.
For two decades, from 1982 to 2012, Geoff Tate was the frontman with Seattle prog-metalers Queensrÿche, a group which, you’ll note, hit mad mainstream success on albums Operation: Mindcrime and Empire, and singles like “Jet City Woman” and “Eyes of a Stranger.”
Wah-hoo, Ah-ha! An enthusiastic start to the multi-name, eight-45 RPM discography of Tucson’s The Dearly Beloved.
I’m scrolling through Facebook’s events page, as I do. It’s a neat little time killer.
Over the 24 years since forming, Mesa band Jimmy Eat World has evolved from cult emo kids on the pop-punk circuit, to a group of It kids capable of writing some of the finest anthems in contemporary rock ‘n’ roll.
Dave Lombardo’s a badass. People rarely say that of drummers, unless it’s Buddy Miles or Randy Castillo or Keith Moon or Al Jackson Jr.
The following is a conversation between my girlfriend Veronica and I about local musician Casey Golden's first solo album, which is self-titled.
Adia Victoria says her debut album, Beyond The Bloodhounds, encapsulates her 20s, with all the restlessness, self-reflection and emotional expansiveness that suggests.
Canadian producer Troy Beetles, aka Datsik, has had one hell of a couple of years.
The Travelers “Spanish Moon” was released on three different labels, first on guitarist/songwriter Ron Story’s own Yellow Sand Records, then the Southern California-based Princess Records
Bill Elm talks the reformation of a bunch of dudes called Friends of Dean Martinez
I'm fairly lucky as far as local alt-weekly writers go. I get a fair amount of correspondence from readers and not all of it is angry.
Hank Topless calls his music honkytonk countryblues, jamming it all together into two words, obliterating the spaces in between so what's left is its own new thing.
Atlanta punk band The Coathangers might have formed as a joke for a local house party, but the level of cult success they're enjoying internationally is certainly nothing to scoff.
At 62, Stuart Leslie Goddard, is pretty spry for an old white guy.