Following the recent premiere of the music video for “Got You Down”, Flaggs will be releasing their 2nd EP at the Casbah this Wednesday Night, November 19th. The girl pop […]
If the three and half second explosion of Keith Moon’s drum kit on the Smothers Brothers could be expanded into a band, that band would be the Schitzophonics. Somewhere between vintage, punk and “holy shit, goddamn rock and mother fucking roll”, they thrash any stage with their insane performances. While Tom Lord (bass) and Lety Beers (drums) are solid as fuck, your eyes can’t help but focus on frontman and guitar player Pat Beers.
The sweet romantic notion that underscores all of all our inner most desires is a soundtrack filled with Drowners. The touches of melodic 80’s brit pop punk mixed with that […]
Oh, Spirit is currently etching itself into the San Diego scene and has their first headlining show at the Soda Bar this Saturday, April 5th with Diatribes and Michael Mcgraw and the Butchers for just five buckaroos! Ryan Combs (Guitar/Vocals) was good enough to complete our Artist Playlist!
Maybe you’ve heard the name around town, but you haven’t gotten a chance to see the band yet. Well the buck stops here, get your fine ass to a show already, because I assure you once you see them, they will absolutely be your new favorite band in San Diego. They are a swaying, melodic experience dense with beauty and movement.
Angel Olsen has been echoing in my mind since the release of “Half Way Home” where her country western steeped vocals were completely hypnotizing.
Once a very long time ago, in a land not even close to far away, I saw the Deadly Birds’ first show. Then years passed and I saw them again. In the time between my first and second Deadly Birds shows, it appeared many things had changed, including an expanded line up featuring an extremely rad bassist, Johnny Rey.
There is something that happens on your 21st birthday…I mea,n a lot happens on your 21st birthday, but there is this shift in your universe that you never quite recognize until suddenly a band you want to see is playing at an all ages venue and your brain tells you, “but children will be there…”
Spoon bent, you drop in a rock of post punk, garage soaked cotton, salty surf water, and concentrated 19-year-old hormones, hold over open flame. Dirty syringe, inject into Buddy Holly’s dead right arm. Results: The Frights.
They don’t appear to be particularly cool. They aren’t suave or stylish. They don’t even seem particularly anything. What they are is a band on the path to preserving and thrusting forward the culture of American music. They are Deer Tick. Stitching together the patchwork of the past, blues, gospel, rock, country-western, folk, to create a vital and pungent rock band that grabs your junk and stokes the soul.