The thing about Ree and Em is they are both cool customers, they can’t feign feelings, they work distance, and neither compromised on stage. Something else, Ree is on the record as only finding black men attractive, so quite literally there is no sparks on her part for Eminem and it shows
Thematically Isaak is all about hummable heartbreak. Women love the guy. He’s witty and charming enough to be a stand up comic, but also knows how to play the seduction card. When the band hit the opening chords of “Wicked Game,” it felt like the room was hit by an estrogen thunderstorm.
Honestly, I didn’t think I could still be moved by a guy playing his songs with a simple guitar – how many people have tried this before? – but Vikesh totally won me and the crowd. He seemed so humble while playing his heartfelt songs filled with a melancholic hopefulness and a heartwarming feeling
On “Mama’s Broken Heart” she attacks the hootenanny of a song with gusto and joy and on the very next song “Money To Me” she rocks the chorus with conviction. She can sing speak, she can shout, she can whisper, she can suggest intimacy with a guy and go down low and when she needs to she can belt it out.
Their rhymes made me smile and they were really the nicest people around, as Evidence told he wanted to meet and talk to everybody after the show despite the fact they had another show (their album release party) at the Whisky the same day. Why Hip Hop can’t be more about these thoughtful and well crafted songs instead of the commercial violent trash that has become the norm
The whole set was an adrenaline-charged bullet sent to the face of the Echoplex crowd, which was cheering up in response, even more when Little appropriately dedicated a song to the great Robin Williams who sadly died the same day. She has already received terrific comparisons, such as Debbie Harry, because of her sexy rebellious blondness and or Joan Jett, because of her punk energy, so this has to be an excellent boost for the young band.
He was interacting with us in the most casual way, telling stories, scratching his head while asking us how we were doing, paying attention to every side of the stadium, giving us the impression to attend an almost intimate show despite the overwhelming size of the place
If you are true fan of music, someone who actually has the patience to sit and listen to a lyric, to become enveloped the Nuance of old fashioned storytelling mixed with honest singing then you are someone who would’ve really enjoyed Saturday night’s show featuring Roseanne Cash, The Lone Bellow,Jim Lauderdale and Buddy Miller.
Musical entertainment has always been a big part of the Portuguese Feast. Numerous stages are set up throughout the grounds so whether you like Alternative Rock, Heavy Metal, Folk, Country or authentic Portuguese music & dance you are certain to be entertained.
The beautiful Santa Monica Place kicked off their Summer Scene series on August 9th in the open-air courtyard of the mall,
Both of these bands reached their height in the 00s, both are quite good, both sets were more than fine. And both are not near the true nostalgia circuit. There is still life in the 20 somethings as they flip to their thirties and now it is time for new material.
Gray sang and rambled like an alcoholic with two plugs of Skoal in his cheeks; James Henderson’s flute lead intro on “Heard It in a Love Song” was tentative and halting, percussionist B.B. Borden lacked the finesse for the material, and the group’s attempt at funk were laughably bad
I could hear the improbable Adele and Fiona Apple side-by-side comparisons, as her power-house voice had so much range and nuances and translated lots of emotion, while their music was a breezy and catchy blend of pop, R&B, jazz
The second band performing at Summer Scene was Alexandra & The Starlight Band,… without the full band. I had seen them
Betts was a concentrated powerhouse on his Gibson, using the entire body of the guitar but at his best at the neck, it was the supple sound we’ve come to admire so much. Always, even when the rest of the band are going elsewhere, he sounds more country than blues
Too bad for those who expected something even remotely close to the Wilco sound, Jorgensen is an electronic guy — he was first Wilco’s tech-savvy and synth-wielding sound engineer and became a permanent member in 2002
Everything was very loud, resonating like a sort of thunderous semi-pop-rock, semi-electronic fuzzy mess played by three guys with a guitar, a bass and plenty of electronic equipment… It was first very cacophonic and the sort of loud and overwhelming music that fills up your head
I didn’t hear any earworm among the new ones but it was my first listening… and even though there would be no big hit – Spoon never really got one anyway – they have already sold out the Hollywood Forever Cemetery on August 8th and have filled up the large Amoeba store on Wednesday night like true rock stars.
Crowell’s lead on Roger Miller’s “Invitation To The Blues” is heartbreaking and swinging, any night you get to hear Emmylou singing “Red Dirt Girl” is going to be one of the best nights of the year by definition.
He was quite talkative between the songs explaining that the project started in 2012 as someone representing himself as the producer of George’s upcoming record, asked him if I had any songs to submit. He wrote two songs and it turned out that this guy wasn’t really a producer, but when Jones died, the songs were still there, waiting… and he got the idea of this new tribute.
The very moody music seemed to explode in many directions, and was totally uncategorizable, leaning toward a reworked Americana fueled by stomping and violent rhythms and polyphonic vocals during a song like ‘Badlands’, then morphing into ethereal dream pop with expansive development
They don’t have a rehearsed set. In fact, I’m not even sure if they sang over tracks or sang live – but it doesn’t matter for those heart throbs. The girls love them. They are foolish on stage. They are silly boys with plain white t shirts, no plan and bad tattoos. But what matters is the music. The songs. The lyrics. The connection. The emotion
I packed my camera and some homemade kale chips and headed down to The Yankee Doodle in New Haven, “house show” venue owned by Jon Stone of 10,000 Blades, a phenomenal CT band in their own right. Gabriel Mortali, Chris Cappello, Macaulay of Ava Marie, and Jon Stone would be playing in the candlelit room
On stage, she looks like Elvis meets Elvira in full make-up, with sparkling black outfit and hot orange hair, a big name with big hair wanting to entertain with an outrageous attitude: ‘I have teens at home who don’t understand how famous I am!
Ex-boyfriends, ex husbands, may be I didn’t hear her correctly but she was talking a lot about men, and not in a tender way, so I totally take my Katy Perry comparison back, she was bold and aggressive with lyrics like ‘It’s always the right time to do the wrong thing’.
Kisses For Breakfast – Melissa Steel – Already a hit in the UK, this is a huge summersmash in some alternative world, in this world it is a pop reggae move, a sort of warm Caribbean caress of a track that missed its window of opportunity, with dance Hall great Popcaan toasting – A
Win continued to spin some tunes till 3 am, and I appreciated the Bowie and Nirvana touch at the end of the night.. I almost forgot, there was also a piñata full of candies, so it was definitively a real party,… I left the theater with a handful of candies and sparkling confetti, hearing the security guard shouting ‘good night’ to the people talking and drinking, who were still not ready to leave…
Yesterday night, Arcade Fire was playing the 17,000-seat Forum and their music didn’t belong to me anymore, the show was big in all directions and dimensions, it made my head explode and I said good bye to Arcade Fire I used to know.
This is songwriting with the highest quality and it never waivers and the band, the times where it jams, jams very well, but the tightness here only allows for an occasional letting go: an odd place for a woman who cut her teeth on the LES punk rock scene to find herself.
Inside Out – Spoon – This is about as different as indie rock can get, the 4 on the floor beat is used for a strange deconstruction of an indie song which hums along like an wall of sound power point presentation – B+
So $100 for four hours of better than average modern country played by topnotch Nashville Cats and singers who know better than to phone in anything. Ten times crazier? Maybe, OK, why not? Grade: B+
He is riding the EDM wave like an Arabic prince and his music totally works despite the language barrier, despite a static stage presence which could be summed up to him holding the mic, clapping his hands, moving his arms with ample gestures and sending kisses with his two palms at the end of a song
I had seen the next band De Lux before, but they played an impressive set as if they had increased their range and diversified their songs. I like their post-disco sound with a funky undertone, and I couldn’t get David Byrne out of my head as Sean Guerin’s vocals sounded really close to that of the Talking Heads’ frontman
I’ve never seen a bad Asleep at the Wheel show and this one was solid at times and sometimes moved from professionalism to true inspiration. One telling difference between Bob Wills and Benson is that Wills always had an edge of inspired chaos in his work. There was an improvisational sense of never knowing what was coming next.
Andy Grammer is a happy man who can quickly rebound. All his music involved a lot of this crowd’s cooperation, with lots of clapping and ooo-ooos sing-alongs… Was even there a song without any ooo-ooos somewhere in the chorus? I don’t think so.
Katy Perry – Barclay Center – July 25th, 2014 – Modern pop musics big sister plays hit after hit with a sort of las vegas meets ancient Egypt motif, just to prove lost love ain’t lost life and roaring is easy if you try hard enough.
No, Jon, it is not alright. It isn’t remotely close to alright, this is a dire, depressing version of one of the few bearable Bon Jovi songs. Yes, that was the worst moment, but there was lots and lots of competition: the last song “American Pie”, the ridiculous “Baba O’Reilly” not remotely saved by the violinist, “Bad Medicine” overblown and heavy…
The most striking thing about seeing the Muffs live, is their laid-back attitude, as well as the casual chatting and deadpan humor between the songs, as if they were some stand-up comedians doing the Muffs routine before bursting into their short punk songs. Kim looked almost exactly as she did at Burgerama
IIt’s a weird realization, feeling like I’ve grown out of who I’ve considered my favorite musician for years. I’ll still listen to him, I don’t skip Bright Eyes when it comes up on shuffle, but his newer work doesn’t appeal to me and some of his older stuff is unlistenable. Conor’s grown up, and I have too, and we’ve gone our separate ways.
they gave us a grandiose opening, and continued with the same exuberant energy till the end, attempting to take everybody’s breath away during each song. If each member of the band were actively participating into this over-the top celebration, the charismatic showman-frontman Nik Phoeniks worked very hard to push the show to a new level
The cool thing with these residencies is that the crowd is full of musicians enjoying the set of other bands (I recognized at least one of the Mystic Braves), and my Silver Lake-Echo Park neighborhood looks like a big family of musicians packed inside the Echo, right?
Played with Bright eyes-y full throttle intensity, plus horns, plus back up singers, plus two girls on guitar, plus Conor emoting the holy fuck out of them, they supercharged the evening. I didn’t like the horns on “Hundreds Of Ways on the recorded version, but it worked here and the three song opening did something Conor didn’t quite do at Carnegie Hall a couple of years ago, it grew him up without changing him.
I still have to make a connection between what I saw and heard, but it was surely a high-concept project, as a lot of untold and unseen things seemed to be going on. Also, the fact that it was their first show ever, made the event even more interesting…
At Newport he seemed better able to move from one extreme to the other while maintaining a sort of benign self-regard. With such a huge back catalog, Adams can really pick and choose and at Newport he chose to be a classic rocker near his peak.
It is just probably a question of time, Lael’s quiet music sure managed to captivate the audience and the chatting stopped as soon as she started playing, which is not an easy thing to accomplish in a bar, but her apparition on stage had something from an angel’s and this can shut up a lot of conversations.
Towards the end he covered the crown prince of reggae Dennis Brown and nailed it in the afternoon’s most triumphant moment. Despite his youth, he has a certain gravity about him, he is the real deal not a contender for Reggae and for testifying.
This is as lame as the UK charts have been all, all dance pop more or less all the time, it lacks any change of paste (ok, “Budapest” but otherwise?), when heard like this it feels like extremely manufactured and derivative pop pap, which it is. I meant without the fun.
It’s all about irreverent fun, although the shirtless Smith does bring a layer of sweat and sexuality. The 90 minute set ran a bit too long, this band can say everything it needs to in an hour, and I would have loved to have heard their spleen crushing version of “Brontosaurus” again.
On Friday night, she really, really tried, like a little soldier, trying to fulfill her mission, ‘let’s just do it’ she said after another shot of spray right in her throat, but I don’t think she was able to finish her second song, she completely lost her voice and it was over
I went back and saw Katy again because I wanted to know how it ended, how she pulled herself out of her depression and I guess I didn’t get that, like Kanye west’s recent tour it felt like it was hidden in front of me. So I sat back and enjoyed the show and I recommend you do the same.
