New York Dolls Wednesday, June 10, 2009 Culture Room, Ft. Lauderdale Better than: A half-authentic tribute act. Maybe I’m a natural-born negative creep. Or maybe my inner lonely planet boy has been shocked out of his bubble a few too many times by the cruel, harsh realities of our post-punk…
The average lifespan of a Miami Beach club is a stat that seems to be continuously closing in on zero. That’s why Jazid, only now entering its teens, can be said to have reached a grandfatherly age. The club’s longevity is a testimony to the power of its world-class jazz,…
You’ve spent weeks alone indoors, cultivating the kind of sun-neglected sickliness that, in certain circles, passes for goth authenticity. And now, it’s finally time to take your proud pale ass into the streets. But don’t worry, no one’s talking daytime hours. Just join your fellow doomed and Vitamin-D deficient for…
As yet another workweek sputters to a close, it’s finally time to blow your service-class cash wad. What’s that, you ask? Where should you go to blow it? Just do as ancient navigators did before GPS and follow those massive, luminous orbs of partially ionized gas — AKA the stars…
Click here to view the full slideshow from this event.Sneaker PimpsLive Performances by the Cool Kids and ClipseSaturday, May 30, 2009The Moore Building, MiamiBetter than: A backpack full of factory-fresh, limited edition kicks.Outside the Moore Building, footwear fetishists of all kinds tip-toed past rain- and flyer-flooded gutters, queuing up at…
Prior to the advent of astro-drink Tang and its evil twin Sunny D, Florida was the undisputed Bordeaux of the breakfast drink game. These days though, our prime regional product isn’t O.J. alone. We’ve been forced by circumstance (a.k.a. evil, artificial orange drinks) to diversify into such things as cultivating the…
Hailing from Baltimore, Maryland, Surf Nazis on Ecstasy are a thrash-punk trio who, despite their name, are neither beach bums nor fascists. And they definitely don’t do raves. By their own words: “We’re not artsy. We’re not Nazis. We only play all-ages shows.” It’s an operational ethic that regularly brings…
Hipsterism is a devilishly tricky game. It’s all about transforming your day-to-day life into an almost unmanageable mountain of MP3 mixtapes, limited-edition T-shirts, social networking, and 24/7 self-promotion. Other than your cherished laptop, the best portal to this kind of advanced 21-century living is the recently resurrected club night Misfit…
Hailing from Baltimore, Maryland, Surf Nazis on Ecstasy are a thrash-punk trio who, despite their name, are neither beach bums nor fascists. And they definitely don’t do raves. By their own word: “We’re not artsy. We’re not Nazis. We only play all-ages shows.” It’s an operational ethic that regularly brings…
Every year during Memorial Day weekend, Miami earns its reputation as the East Coast’s most banging club city. More than 300,000 party people, pro athletes, porn stars, socialites, and rappers will once again swarm South Florida’s shores. It’s a loosely organized yet massive celebration of the hip-hop generation, from OGs…
Besides champagne and Roquefort, la république française is most notable for its production of perverted artistic geniuses. Back in the day, there was the Marquis de Sade. But more recently — circa 1971 — songwriter Serge Gainsbourg seized the role of chief French freak with the release of his concept…
At this late date in the development of club culture, the “ladies’ night” has become the go-to space-filler for way too many lazy promoters. Neglected and underutilized, your average celebration of the Amazonian in every woman resorts instead to infantilizing tropes, such as pink ’n’ frilly dress codes and candy-flavored…
Way back in 1958, guitar legend Link Wray gave birth to the art of noise when, on a whim, he dug holes into his amp for the recording of “Rumble.” The resulting two and a half minutes of danger-laden distortion and feedback got banned, became a hit, and provided the…
Ten years ago, Alison Burgos and NYC’s Shescape gathered 800-plus gal pals from around South Florida for a one-night dance party benefiting breast cancer. The lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender event was such a huge success — raising $15,000 — that, year after year, the get-together grew, eventually becoming Aqua…
Every clubber headed for the Beach imagines herself to be a jet-setting trust-fund fashion maven. Sometimes it’s fact. More often it’s fantasy. In either case, the thing that unites is a pure, true lust for “the lifestyle.” And In the Studio at Mansion is the kind of über-glam club night…
Like a quartet of massive underwater explosions, the next four nights of REV Miami’s 420 Fest carry enough combined payload (80 bands total!) that a tsunami of awesome noise looks inevitable. And after Thursday’s pre-festival Kickoff Party at Black Sheep Bar–superpacked with local weirdos such as Oceanaire, Dyslexic Postcards, and…
Nothing adds megawatts of hype to a South Florida appearance by tabloid twink Pete Wentz like a last-minute Boca ban. Initially, he and his fellow Fall Out Boys were planning to publicly flash their musical junk from the stage at Mizner Park. But now, their pop-punk exhibitionism has been relocated…
There are werewolves among us. But contrary to common myth, these furry (and surprisingly friendly) freaks of nature don’t hibernate between full moons. Nope, they’re out there all the time, cursed to perpetually party regardless of lunar conditions. And though it might seem like a killer way to spend eternity,…
Show up half-wasted at 2 a.m. and you might miss Poprox entirely. Reason being, the Beach’s newest rock bar belongs to a breed of boutique clubs that puts a premium on being small, exclusive, and difficult to locate. In fact, the advertised street address (2701 Collins Ave.) is no more…
No natural-born punk worth his or her back issues of Maximumrocknroll could ever forget the first rule of DIY: “Our scene is the best scene.” And with the supposed forging grounds of NYC, London, and L.A. reduced to trading on the names of the dead — CBGB, Sid Vicious, Darby…
Discovered during a walk-on rendition of Donna Summer’s “Last Dance” at a local club, Sandra Tola was a young mother without any real ambition as a singer. Nevertheless, she soon found herself recruited into 1980s dance-pop trio Exposé. The group enjoyed quick success: signing to Arista Records, touring in support…
Like a frat boy who’s ten years too old and 20 pounds too heavy, Kyle Cease peddles Ritalin-addled, stream-of-consciousness comedy that touches on subjects as varied as septuagenarian nudists, original Nintendo, and the sexual exploits of the Pillsbury doughboy. His rambling, giggle-laced delivery is similar to that of fellow 30-something…
