The boys from Duluth play a sort of blunt-force bluegrass, pounding out notes with all the brutal honesty of a garage band that has just discovered Ralph Stanley and Bill Monroe.
Sad circumstances brought me back to Michigan last week. My grandfather passed away at the age of 91. If there was a silver lining to…
It sounded like a perfectly dark, gruesome way to spend the Friday before Halloween, so my wife and I headed to The Starry Plough in Bekeley. (Spending an evening listening to musicians sing about people killing each other was actually her idea, which is just one more reason that I love her.)
Growden has been living in New Orleans for the last couple years, but he’ll be back in the Bay Area for an extended period, which means more opportunities to see him live—starting with a second show tonight at Subterranean Arthouse.
Something was different as I left The Independent on Wednesday after seeing Toronto folk-rock band Great Lake Swimmers. It took me a little while to…
Golly. I haven’t seen so many flying skirts since the aviatrix convention! *rim shot* Hey-o! But seriously, folks, this Sunday event was more than a…
What the world needs more of: Guitar solos Pedal steel guitar solos Angry sing-along choruses with lyrics like, “Hell no, I ain’t happy!” Bands that…
I think I swallowed some confetti. For the first night of the 20th annual Noise Pop festival, organizers had The Flaming Lips bring their entire…
It was the type of night where “blues” is spelled “blooze,” the pop is powered and the band asks for as much reverb as the…
It was hang-ten time at the Hotel Utah Saloon in San Francisco on Sunday, as local quartet Pollo Del Mar was joined by fellow surf-rock…