If you choose to party with Robbie Rivera and the Juicy Beach freaks, be prepared to wake up drunk and blistered with a fistful of sand in your pants, an uncut Key lime in your mouth, and absolutely no memory of the last 17 hours. Kicking off Thursday, March 24…
Most of your American friends don’t know composer Yann Tiersen by name. But play a couple of ten-second clips from songs like the melancholy accordion-and-piano piece “La Dispute” or the waltz-y whirlwind lament “J’y Suis Jamais Allé” and your test subject will almost immediately identify him as “that guy who…
That’s right … Our favorite ukelele-toting songslinger in the whole damn 305, Rachel Goodrich, has another song in a TV commercial. Last time, the Crayola corporation was making use of Ms. Goodrich’s “Light Bulb” to brainwash kiddies into desperately desiring the Color Explosion Glow Dome, “a spinning glowing dome that…
Four weeks and a few days ago, we here at Crossfade notified all party perverts that Made Event’s Sunday School for Degenerates would be expanding its deviant dance marathon from 24 to 36 hours. At the time, there was no official lineup announcement. So we waited … And finally, Made…
Ever since he made the break from Rikers back in November, we’ve been so hyped about Lil Wayne’s inevitable trip across these United States that we could barely sleep. Or shit. Our goggles have been locked 24/7 to Weezy’s blog and Twitter feed. And this afternoon, all that obsession finally…
Were you born without an imagination? Then there’s no reason to keep using colorless, stock phrases like “synth-pop” to describe Little Dragon’s music. With some effort and a few minutes listening time, you’d probably come up with something as quirky, cute, and strangely apt as singer Yukimi Nagano’s preferred genre…
You will spend almost every day of your life in a monkey suit, tracking the mysterious movements of the market, haunting the office, and hoarding overtime hours. But for the weekend of Thursday, April 14 through Saturday, April 16, unleash your inner neo-hippie and say, “Screw the man and his…
Even if you’ve spent untold hours losing your mind (and your innocence) in the Electric Pickle’s second-floor party room, you probably don’t remember anything in particular about the place’s physical characteristics. You were drunk. You were dancing. And it was darker than a black hole. For the last couple of…
In just a few weeks, Buju Banton will be back in court, battling those federal cocaine conspiracy charges for a second time. But this past Sunday, dancehall’s bad boy and a bunch of his best friends brought some serious Rasta righteousness to Bayfront Park Amphitheater. Go read Crossfade’s review and…
Read Crossfade’s review of Interpol’s August 2010 show in Miami. Back when Paul Banks and Interpol first crawled out of the NYC indie underground in the very early Aughts, the whole post-punk revival thing seemed seconds away from completely conquering pop music. But the hugely hyped, grunge-level takeover never really…
Despite the name, Dirty South isn’t a filthy rapper from Macon with a mouth full of purple sizzurp and $30,000 diamond-studded platinum grillz. He’s actually a skinny, clean-cut white guy from Australia who spends his spare time pounding out big-room bangers in his home studio and pulling all-nighters at mega-clubs…
When middle-aged lovers in matching pastel jumpsuits pop a little blue pill, light a dozen vanilla-scented candles, and get ready to rock so very softly, there’s only one soundtrack sexy enough for that kind of action: the sweet and flaccid strains of Air Supply’s Forever Love: Greatest Hits. Packed with…
Have you ever visited Little Dragon land? It’s a magical musical netherworld located halfway between creepy and cutesy, where the wind whispers and rages in strange songful bursts of art rock, R&B, and electro-pop. The days are dusky. The night sky shimmers in a totally trippy way. And if you…
Despite the name, Dirty South isn’t a filthy rapper from Macon with a mouth full of purple sizzurp and $30,000 diamond-studded platinum grillz. He’s actually a skinny, clean-cut white guy from Australia. Born Dragan Roganović in Belgrade, Serbia (formerly Yugoslavia) during the late ’70s, he immigrated to Melbourne at the…
Late last night while scooping the spam out of Crossfade’s constantly clogged inbox, we spotted a shocking subject line: “Bar Is Closing.” WTF? It’s been barely a year since OHWOW’s Aaron Bondaroff and Al Moran ran a blitz on the 2009 Basel scene by remaking the former PS14 space into…
Call off your trip to New Amerykah ’cause Crossfade just received official word from the James L. Knight Center’s assistant marketing director Roxy Este that tonight’s Erykah Badu concert has been canceled. According to Este and the James L. Knight Center website, the show will be rescheduled for a later,…
If you’ve missed all four previous installments of the Rising monthly hip-hop series at Transit Lounge, go get correct this Saturday night. Launched back in August 2010 by local swag supplier Last Rights, Fort Lauderdale producer Numonics, the C9 family, and Miami rap crew ¡Mayday!, the Rising has done big…
There are only five hours remaining till punk professor Steven Blush’s hardcore master class convenes at Sweat Records. Word is, there might be a pop quiz. So … Are you ready? Have you committed the entirety of the textbook — American Hardcore: A Tribal History, Second Edition — to memory?…
When middle-aged lovers in matching pastel jumpsuits finally pop that little blue pill, light a dozen vanilla-scented candles, and get ready to rock so very soft, there’s only one soundtrack sexy enough for that kind of action — the sweet and flaccid strains of Air Supply’s Forever Love: Greatest Hits…
This is Miami, and the local appetite for rock ‘n’ roll of all kinds (garage, punk, metal, etc.) is notoriously suspect. Standard wisdom says the people of South Florida have no stomach for churning squalls of guitar noise and skull-battering drums. But the simple fact that experimental Los Angeles rippers…
Ten years ago, Steven Blush wrote a book called American Hardcore: A Tribal History. His motive: “I’m documenting the American hardcore punk music scene because it’s being forgotten,” he writes in the introduction. “Its history is evaporating as the participants die off or find religion or repress their memories of…
Like a lot of other post-millenial musicians, 21-year-old dubstepper Jakwob (AKA James Jacob) is an internet-made man. A year and a half ago, nobody really knew his name. Hailing from the English Midlands, he was just another university student who sidelined as a laptop producer. But then things changed: He…
