I’ve come to look at my ever growing record collection as a weird version of a high school yearbook. Lots of familiar faces, lots of memories triggered by opening tracks, and a signature here and there. Last night after 6 years of waiting, I was finally able to add Cory Branan‘s latest release Mutt to
Tuesday night, Widowspeak won over the hearts of Angelinos at the Troubadour in West Hollywood, as the opening act for the British shoegazing girlie duo, 2:54. Led by vocalist/guitarist Molly Hamilton, the indie rock quartet swooned the audience during its 30+ minute set. Usually, it is difficult for an opening act to draw a large,
When they came out for their encore, the Avett Brothers looked out at the sold out Greek Theater in Berkeley, Calif., smiled and said, “Thanks for bringin’ us back out ya’ll, been a helluva ride.” It was most certainly that. The Brothers Avett ran through a litany of their classics including “When I Drink”, “I
Here at BestNewBands.com, we tend to focus mainly on what’s generally lumped into the “indie” genre; “indie” being a word that has come to be used more as a categorization for a certain sound and image of a band, as opposed to simply meaning a band that is “independent.” Ironically, the bands that tend to
“Do we have any knitters in the house?” asked Disjecta Art Center Executive Director Bryan Suereth this past Friday night. It wasn’t until two hands quickly shot up in the audience that I realized this question wasn’t a joke. The second annual Quiet Music Festival would be exactly what it advertised to be: quiet. Until
I was there too early, before the doors opened. I was a little more stoned that I should’ve been, more than I wanted to be, the shit I’ve been smoking is deathly powerful and I still haven’t grasped that yet. The scene became downright surreal as the Mother Hips, fronted by Tim Bluhm, Nicki Bluhm’s
The Independent in San Francisco holds 500 people. It is the premier small venue in the Bay Area. On Thursday, Vancouver sent their premier small band and the two converged in a symbiotic mind meld that turned San Francisco into a place where degenerates, punkers and drunkards were one. I knew Japandroids had a phenomenal
Two years ago, I saw Kristian Matsson (a.k.a. The Tallest Man On Earth) for the first time in Portland’s swanky Doug Fir Lounge. He was supporting his sophomore album, The Wild Hunt, and though I was only familiar with a selection of tracks on the album, the Swedish singer-songwriter blew me away. On Tuesday night,
I went to this show with the plan to specifically watch and review the Brooklyn-based dream pop outfit Field Mouse, but they went on earlier than I anticipated, and for some reason Glasslands was unusually slow to get people in the door, so I ended up only catching the last half of their set while
One of the things that gets me amped for a show is the opening act. We all go for the headliners, but we feel like we discover the opening acts. With a few exceptions, Bruce Springsteen doesn’t have an opening act and frankly he doesn’t need one. The Rolling Stones had U2 open for them,