Tonight I’ll be live blogging Mini Mansions‘ performance at The Bootleg Theater in Los Angeles. Last week I had the pleasure of reviewing their sophomore eponymous album (for the full BnB exclusive, click here) and I can’t seem to get their songs out of my head. If the album (now available on iTunes) is
The Mercury Lounge is a cozy little venue situated close to the crossroads of the two hippest streets in Manhattan, Houston and Bowery. Weekend nights this area is bursting with club-goers, bar-hoppers, couples getting shawarma at Bereket Turkish Kebabs and packs of twenty-somethings getting midnight snacks from Katz Delicatessen. An equally hopping crowd could be
A friend of mine from Portland, Maine, told me about Lady Lamb the Beekeeper. Apparently Portland (I know it’s strange to think of a Portland other than the one in Oregon) has a very small, yet happening music and art scene, where everyone knows everyone who should be known. My friend spoke so highly of
The UCLA campus was abuzz under the warm yellow lights lining brick pathways last night, and groups of students were thankful to crowd into the cozy Kerckhoff Grand Salon to escape the bitter wind. Let me reemphasize cozy: through the pool of heads, it was almost difficult to find where the stage was at all.
Is Robyn an electro-pop tour-de-force? If you asked anyone at New York City’s Terminal 5 last night while Maluca or Natalia Kills were on stage, warming up the crowd with their own blend of tropical punk and synthpop, the answer was already ‘yes’. If you asked me, as an enormous Robyn fan, I knew the
This Monday, artist Christy Thompson released her first self-titled EP at Pianos in NYC. She performed seven songs from her new album, and her performance had all the contrived hallmarks of a pop/rock show. . . but no real meat. Don’t get me wrong. The girl can sing, she has mastery over her voice which
I have a serious obsession for heading to venues and surprisingly enjoying the whole line up. Last night at the Viper Room KROQ and Showlistla definitely knocked it out of the park. Because I’m not as cool as the other Angelinos I show up early, not fashionably late, hoping to stumble upon some band I
I love when I realize a band I’ve just discovered is playing a show near me, so when I saw that Land of Talk was playing at Bowery Ballroom I thought, I know what I’m doing Saturday night! I arrived after the first opener had already started, and as I ascended the dark stairs I could
Get dressed. Get your stuff–keys, phone, wallet, ticket. Get in your car. Drive. Roll the windows down and smell the air. It’s Saturday night and L.A.’s alive. Cruise down Wilshire until you see that aqua, neon-lit sign that reads The Wiltern and smile when your heart skips its first beat of the night. Find somewhere
Walter Meego is a five piece synthpop band that sounds like of Montreal meets Islands meets Vampire Weekend. Last night at The Echo, they filled their headlining set with the kind of dreamy dance pop that’s so in vogue right now. They began the set wth a host of soft, bustling synth sounds, and then