2008-08-26T18:30:33+00:00
“It
feels great to roam these hallowed halls, ” a nattily-dressed Jim James announced, shortly after reaching
the stage on a soggy Saturday afternoon at the 49th Annual Newport
Folk Festival. As James launched into a mesmerizing solo set, he proclaimed his
reverence for the festival’s full scope and history which has yielded “Ghosts
atop ghosts atop ghosts.”Dean Budnick
2008-08-13T22:48:26+00:00
At Mount Zoomer, the sophomore album released last month by Montreal’s Wolf Parade, is a tough album to wrap your head around. Much darker than 2005’s instant classic Apologies to the Queen Mary, Zoomer is Wolf Parade’s “artistic” statement, an exploration of their sonic boundaries and a departure from their three-minute pop songs. On Wednesday night at Philadelphia’s Electric Factory, the band proudly unspooled the new disc, playing all of its nine songs to a packed house of indie fans. Although some of the songs came off as a bit undercooked, many of them sounded like the carefully constructed anthems that Wolf Parade had set out to make on their second outing.Jason Lipshutz
2008-08-13T22:45:10+00:00
The Paradise Rock Club was the base for a night of impressive musical innovation last Thursday night. Opening bands Big Digits and Ruby Suns set the stage for an explosive melding of rock and dance music. Although both bands performed valiantly, the crowd waited with intense longing for the band of the night, Tilly and the Wall.Emma Reed
2008-08-01T04:43:37+00:00
The Roseland Ballroom closely resembled an oven when Sound Tribe Sector 9 finally made its entrance at the New York City stop of the Sound Tribe/Umphrey’s McGee joint tour.Lauren Modisette
2008-07-29T18:59:22+00:00
Molly Siegel is equally adorable and terrifying. The pixie-like lead singer of Ponytail may not be as physically imposing as her three lanky male band mates, but don’t be fooled by the cropped bangs and innocent smile. The Baltimore band put on a gloriously unbridled circus on Wednesday night at Philadelphia’s First Unitarian Church, and Siegel was its unlikely ringmaster. As the rest of the band sprayed jittery psychedelic bliss into the audience, the singer stomped around with determination and screamed into the microphone with abandon. Ponytail was everything an up-and-coming act should be at a live show: loose, hungry, and defiantly passionate. The show’s headliners, veteran outfit Joan of Arc, couldn’t help but be a letdown.Jason Lipshutz
2008-07-22T23:44:54+00:00
Summer in New York City means that the sun can turn the Big Cinderblock
into one big sweat lodge, but Coney Island is and always has been
something of a seaside oasis. In it’s ninth year, the Siren Festival
has given New Yorkers another reason to hit the boardwalk – a free day
of music held on two streets between the subway station and the beach.
You can swim in the ocean, play on the beach, eat Nathan’s hotdogs, and
drink in any one of the boardwalk dives. And for the young or young at
heart, there’s carnival games and rides. The question is: What better
place to see live music outside? The price is certainly right.Tad Hendrickson
2008-07-21T22:37:45+00:00
Exquisite is the first word that comes to mind when hearing a live performance by Mark Knopfler and his weapon of choice, a six-string Fender Stratocaster. Although the summer heat was radiating through the crowd, it couldn’t stand up to the incendiary sound of Knopfler’s guitar. Throughout the concert fans screamed, “We’re not worthy, ” to the modest Glasgow native and his troop of musical men, creating an atmosphere of genuine admiration.Emma Reed
2008-07-16T19:19:00+00:00
On Tuesday night a bevy of local fans gathered upstairs at the Middle East to be treated to a night of today’s version of 1960’s style rock.Emma Reed
2008-07-16T19:15:39+00:00
Young and old merged on a clear July night for one of New York City’s renowned booze cruises, Rockin’ the River, and some good ole alternative folk-rock expelled by none other than Donna the Buffalo.Lauren Modisette
2008-07-10T21:33:24+00:00
Ever since sneaking upon the indie scene with their remarkable Sun Giant EP earlier this year, Fleet Foxes have delivered on each romise. Their self-titled debut full-length was universally lauded upon its release last month and, as Tuesday night’s show at Philadelphia’s First Unitarian Church proved, they have a live act as rich and rewarding as their records. It shouldn’t have been so easy: the sold-out show was so uncomfortably hot that many audience members had to step outside, and the sweltering band was constantly wiping sweat off with makeshift rags. “So this is what hell is like, ” lead singer Robin Pecknold playfully quipped.Jason Lipshutz