And we’re back… well, sort of. We’re at least moseying our way toward the holiday finish line. Not quite ready to let go of it…
Tickle Your Psycho-Sexual Fantasies at This Immersive Take on a Dada Macbeth
Tis the season for Macbeth y’all. For one, it seems like you’ll never stop hearing about Sleep No More, and what with having survived the weeklong bender of…
Week in Shows: DIY Venue Loses the Diapers and Ohio Punks ‘Pissed Off For a Reason’
Wow guys, big week for the DIY scene: Aviv turns a whole one year old. And actually, that’s kinda getting up there in DIY years. Though,…
Shows: BB Swan Ventures from the Flock, Commando Punk Delves into Noise
You know how leftovers are sometimes better than the meal was in its original form? That’s also true for CMJ apparently. It seems like some…
Shows: Return of the Post-Punk Lizard People and Badass Women Pushing Buttons
This week, the benefits continue for the Silent Barn– and c’mon, you wanna see those bands play anyway, right? Also on the docket: a still-warbling legend…
Shows: Genius Disco-Revival Pop Auteur and a Benefit for Fallen DIY Stalwarts
It’s kind of a somber week (already) for show goers– mainly because one of the most reliable spots for an awesome underground/indie/neo-folk/punk/experimental/whatever show, the Silent…
Shows: a Hot Breeze from the South and Ice Cold Beats from the Bay
What the hell happened? Seems as if Fall came out of nowhere, and fast. Dead leaves on the gross-ass ground, trash tornadoes from the sudden…
Prepare Your Ears for Physical Copy, Coz Yonatan Gat’s Ready for the Next One
Before meeting the guy, I envisioned Yonatan Gat as some latter-day guitar god, a reincarnation of that tradition of males whose sole purpose in life is to descend…
Shows: Grooms, Screech Punk, Natural Highs, and More
Yeah, yeah we’re well aware there’s a holiday weekend– for some of us, anyway– coming up soon, but all the better to pack in some…
Shows: Yas Noise Queens and Renegade Sounds from the Lone Star State
Where has the sun gone? It’s cool, we needed a break anyway. Thankfully mood-appropriate bands are scooting into town reminding us of our impending doom.…