One of the trends in punk rock that I happen to enjoy very much is how influences shape a 30-plus-year-old genre. C’mon, there’s only so much one can do with three chords, right? Well, Miami’s Boy Prostitute has definitely taken cues from the Ramones’ playbook and injected the chords with…
Many years ago, when I wasn’t completely bald, I used to book some good punk rock revues at the now-defunct Gables Pub, and one of the bands that featured frequently on my lineups was Lose the Rookie. Before the whiskey and pitchers took their tolls, these gigs were full of…
If you’ve never owned a vinyl album, I feel very sorry for you. Plainly put, you’ve never actually enjoyed music in your life — you just think you have. In truth, your life is a decrepit bowl of suck, and you have no chance at happiness. Kill yourself. One of…
What do PerezHilton.com, El Cerro Market No. 7, Máxim en Español, botánicas, Mary’s Coin Laundry, and your heart have in common? Those are places where José El Rey resides. Let’s face it: The kingdom of Hialeah was up for grabs, and this man rose to the challenge. Living in the…
Bang Camaro is hard to pin down — bass, drum, three guitars, and a vocals choir that can include up to 18 people. Is it cacophony? Discordance? Full-fledged riot? Or just a really good fucking time had by all? Whatever the case is in the end, the shtick has worked…
Well, we’ve certainly come a long way since 1979. And we will most certainly not delve into any kind of bizarre correlations between the melting surf-guitar-driven punk rock of the Placentia, California-based band Agent Orange, and that happy, dioxin-filled defoliant that made many an uncle crazy. But it’s always nice…
Let’s begin with one impressive fact: The Blind Boys of Alabama have been performing for 69 years. Formed in 1939 at the Alabama Institute for the Negro Blind, this soul/gospel group has only continued to be a powerhouse in the genre. And yes, three of the vocalists and the drummer…
Pittsburgh might not be known as a hotbed of hip, but native Gregg Gillis, a DJ turned remix artist, serves up white-hot mashups that perfectly reflect the genre-bending preferences of downtown types. Like similar DJs/remix artists such as Flosstradamus and The Rub, Girl Talk spins sets that traverse hip-hop, crunk,…
Here are Kenny Garrett’s credentials: At the gentle age of 18, he was part of Duke Ellington’s orchestra (then led by son Mercer Ellington). At age 21, he was gigging with Mel Lewis’s orchestra, and by age 24, he had produced his first solo recorded effort. A talented and accomplished…
There’s nothing I could say about local band The Eat that is not going to come across like some dribbly fanboy slosh. But I’ll say it now, as I’ve said it a thousand times and will continue to say till my dying day: I fucking love The Eat! Seriously, I…
Well, we’re at a point now where indie rock comes in many guises and with a lot of unexpected musical influences. Nothing wrong with a little diversity, right? Miami group Social Klash throws every sonic inspiration imaginable into the music blender on its debut album, Plastic Love, and frappés it…
Hear the one about those Time-Life commercials coming to life? Well, here it is: Vince Neil’s Motley Cruise, as disgusting, wrinkled, and leather-pants-clad as they come. If you’re not getting a case of the heebie-jeebies just yet, you will. Or hell, maybe you’re into this — I’m not one to…
It’s not really album sales that propel a band into the annals of jazz history. No, it’s usually a steady fan base, good recordings, and a solid live show. It doesn’t really matter what kind of jazz is played, as long as it is honest and on the money. Spyro…
Local band Map of the Universe hit the South Florida scene in late 2005, after Ed Artigas and Ivan Marchena’s band (acclaimed local act Bling Bling) called it quits. Along with drummer Johnny Calderin, they started gigging all over the tri-county area, spreading some righteous hooks and melodies while releasing…
Elf Power, Man Man, and Summer Birds in the Cellar
perform at 8:00 p.m. Wednesday, June 27, at Studio A,
60 NE 11 St, Miami. Call 305-358-7625, or visit www.studioamiami.com.
Peter Rauhofer was raised in the angular and restricted channels of the Viennese music scene. But alas, deviancy would come in the form of the progressive Radio Luxembourg and young Rauhofer’s cassette deck, with which he’d waste hours taping the sweet new jams floating across the airwaves. So now, twenty…
Three pimply dudes convince some cute chick to front their after-school ska-pop-punk band. That’s their story. Or at least it’s the one I’m sticking to, ’cause they seem awfully young and no real explanation has been made available. This is for sure: By the time they load their stuff into…
Friday evening has another super new party for you to either get your dance on all night or hit during the downtown hop (which always ends at Goldrush for some bizarre reason). The Pawn Shop’s offering for main-room action in celebration of the work-week’s end is Detour Fridays, and your…
The three men of Santos formed a quick and immediately productive bond a few years ago. And it is evident that the laid-back environs of Cocoa Beach and the idylls of a lackadaisical Central Florida lifestyle have gelled them a fine acoustic-rock sound with enough tinges of soul and R&B…
Ah, just when you thought some guys had vanished, you’re reminded they are still out there, making the rounds, filling arenas and stadiums across the Hispanophone world. A simple singer who has always distinguished himself with bare melodies and the symbiotic relationship between guitar and voice (with the occasional addition…
In a world of diminishing returns and softening sensibilities, it’s nice to see five regular dudes find themselves on common ground. They mix it up with enough technical know-how to help them stand out, but not enough to make it boring or godly, though they still retain that endearing rawness…
There’s a reason why people brave the lines and the heat and the bums to get into the Pawn Shop Lounge. And though some credit might go to the wonderful bar staff (you go, Joel!), most of it goes to the peeps behind the tables — those rhythmic readers of…
