Ben Becker’s project Gamble House has blossomed from a one-man-show to a full throttle indie rock band. While I cringe at the blithely tossed around term ‘indie’, Gamble House is the absolute definition of independent or perhaps that other seemingly amorphous word ‘alternative’. They frequently dabble in ambient rock, pop, noise, surf without giving away
Since moving to L.A., I’ve wondered about the lack of movement and social interaction in the audience at live shows. It seems that everyone comes as a couple or in a small group and sticks to themselves. Last night at The Roxy was an exception; last night felt like I was back home in Denton,
Lying in the nexus of Capitol Hill’s most vibrant area is Neumos, a diverse club that hosts bands of both renown and obscurity. The Seattle club, Moe’s Mo Roc’n Café, was formed in 1992 and enjoyed eleven prosperous years until 2003 when it was re-launched as Neumos (get it ‘New Moes’). Since then it has
BestNewBands.com They’re Locals, they’re Natives, they’re Local Natives and they are a freakish quintet of preposterous talent. If you can’t enjoy their music, or at least recognize the skillful precision and emotional force of their sound, then you, my friend, probably have something wrong with you. I hate to be so brazen, but their performance
I could tell that it was going to be a good show when I saw the abundant notices posted outside of Club Nokia warning patrons of the flashing strobes inside. The candy kids were out in full force, a sea of neon and plaid with the more than occasional feather accent. The pit and surrounding
If I could only keep my eye on one band that released an album in 2010, Local Natives would have to be the one to truly hold my attention. The quintet is almost too talented, and after seeing their performance last night at Soho, I’m feeling a little freaked out. The fact of the matter
Walking into The Viper Room last night to see the much heard about and highly underrated (as of yet!) Parlotones- I had literally crossed into a whole other country, South Africa to be exact. After parking in Siberia, Laurel Kathleen and I had managed to wander into S.A. without knowing it- who knew a passport
photo credit: Esquire.com On Monday nights, when most other bars are sound asleep, Sam Bond’s Garage can hardly contain its patrons. The large, wooden room reverberates with animated chatter as people grab drinks and, if they’re lucky, a place to sit. Although the main event doesn’t start until 9 p.m., seasoned attendees know to grab
Picture courtesy of Trevor James Tupper A few years ago Garrett Hobba rediscovered a passion that had been stifled and suppressed in the banality of competition. The play of music rejoined him upon his arrival in Seattle, urging him to form a band and leading to the inception of The Soft Hills. “I found the
Phoenix and Neon Indian are a match made in heaven for fans of artists on the forefront of synth rock. Both bands are incredible live performers, and both are riding on the crests of the massive waves of popularity that their 2009 releases garnered them. Before I even set foot in the Santa Barbara Bowl