I was in desperate need of a rough and rowdy cathartic release… and Shame gave it to me good. The UK band’s first, and sold-out, show in L.A. in support of their debut album, Songs of Praise, proved to be the most manic and delirious gig I’ve ever witnessed at The Echo.
Fair warning if you are seeing Shame live for the first time: they are bound to become your new favorite band if they aren’t already.
Fair warning if you have not seen Shame live: you’re missing the fuck out. Continue reading “Concert Review: Shame Live in Los Angeles Deliver a Cathartic Kick Off for North American Tour”
In late 2016, Bryan Sammis announced he would be putting his solo project Olivver the Kid (also stylized ØV) to rest “maybe forever. maybe for a long time. maybe a short time.” Now, a short (or long) year later, ØV has returned with new single “Bitter.” Continue reading “Olivver the Kid Makes a ‘Bitter’ Comeback”
Between my obsession with The 1975, my infatuation with Wolf Alice and my fascination with The Japanese House, I’m basically Dirty Hit Records’ bitch. I trust my eardrums almost entirely to Jamie Oborne.
So when one of the record label’s newest signees, Pale Waves, released their first single “There’s a Honey,” it was honestly no surprise to me that I ended up having it on repeat for three days. After living off of the one single for six months, they finally released a second single, “Television Romance,” … and I honestly feel like I’m still listening to “There’s a Honey” on repeat. Continue reading “‘Television Romance’ from Pale Waves Triggers Déjà Vu”
Have I mentioned that it is impossible to put Wolf Alice in a box? Oh yes… yes, I have. The North London foursome have relentlessly proven my point with each single from their upcoming album, Visions of a Life, due out Sept. 29. Exhibit C: they’re newest track, “Beautifully Unconventional.” Continue reading “Wolf Alice’s Funky ‘Beautifully Unconventional’ Continues to Confound”
Have you ever wondered what sad people dance to? I suppose most of you haven’t. You probably don’t even imagine that sad people dance. Well that may have been true before, but it was probably because no one bothered to make music for the dismal dancers.
The dads of sad, La Bouquet, have emerged out of the Los Angeles music scene to rectify that issue.
With two singles, “Loveless” and “Loser Baby,” already released, and an upcoming EP in the works with a full length album soon to follow, people all in their feels can now pull away from the walls and dark corners and experience all the feels out on the floor with everyone else.
The L.A.-based band has done limited touring and is still growing their roots in SoCal (something I’m sure will change once they officially release more material), so non-local fans have very minimal exposure to anything beyond the two already released singles. For you, my poor unfortunate souls, I have their full six-song set from their recent show at Bardot in Hollywood. Think of it as an album teaser and taste of their live show for when they hit the road again. Continue reading “La Bouquet Gets the Sad People Dancing”
If you have been having a tough time coping and find yourself in need of a hug, you should really find your way to a MAGIC GIANT concert. I’m not just talking about how Austin, Zang and Zambricki give the most amazing hugs – I’m talking about how there is so much positivity radiating from these guys, it becomes an encompassing force throughout the room that feels like a giant embrace.
Admittedly, I had no intention of writing a review when I went to the “In The Wind” album release party, but that show was so beyond words, I decided I had to take on the challenge of at least trying to capture the incredible experience.
Continue reading “Concert Review: MAGIC GIANT Gives Breath of Fresh Air in More Ways Than One”
Let me just start with saying: MY EYES COULD NOT ROLL ANY FARTHER BACK IN MY HEAD. And I’ll count it as a blessing to avoid having to witness such a clichéd, lackluster performance.
Blaise Moore had all the authenticity of Iggy Azalea (translation: none), enthusiasm of Lana Del Rey (translation: none) and vocal range of a child’s toy keyboard (translation: a single octave).
Continue reading “Concert Review: Blaise Moore’s Performance is Even More Empty and Insipid Than Her Music”
Los Angeles, entertainment capital of the world, is a music slut’s dream. Up-and-coming artists flock to the city in hopes of “making it big” in Hollywood — and I get to reap the benefits as they play free bar shows to get their names out there. Who sounds like the slut now? Continue reading “Music Discovery: Los Angeles band The Palms”