Concert Review | Shame Live in Los Angeles Deliver a Cathartic Kick Off to First Full U.S. Tour

Shame have been lucky enough to have the wise words of music industry veterans guiding them throughout their formative years. One piece of insight was particularly pertinent as the five-piece kicked off their first full U.S. tour at The Echo in Los Angeles — L.A. crowds will crush your spirit.

But the sold-out club last night was worlds apart from the standard callous L.A. audiences who are too cool and too jaded to be impressed. Because when it comes to Shame’s stage presence, impress they do. The British band’s West Coast debut in support of their debut album, Songs of Praise, proved to be the most manic and delirious gig I’ve witnessed at the distinguished Echo Park venue.

Fair warning to those seeing Shame live for the first time: they are bound to become your new favorite band if they aren’t already.

Fair warning to those passing on such an opportunity: you’re missing the fuck out.

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Olivver the Kid Makes a ‘Bitter’ Comeback

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”

Concert Review | MAGIC GIANT Gives Breath of Fresh Air in More Ways Than One

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.

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How The Music Slut Got Her Name

Now I know your curiosity may have led you down this little rabbit hole thinking you were going to get some juicy, behind-the-scenes confessions of a band groupie… not exactly. Actually, not at at all.

How I received the ever so endearing nickname of Music Slut actually has absolutely nothing to do with sex. Sorry to disappoint you. You may now return to your regularly scheduled programming.

Oh you’re still here? Sweet! Does this mean we’re friends now? Oh right, the story of how I got my nickname.

Music has always had a significant presence in my life. Between singing, dancing, and playing various instruments… oh sorry. This is not my autobiography.

Essentially, music is the love of my life. I decided around five years ago that I wanted to expand my musical tastes beyond my limited scope and explore multiple genres. This curiosity led me down my own rabbit hole to a Wonderland I never want to leave.

I wanted to listen to as many bands and artists as I could. I lived on Pandora for music discovery. It seemed as though every few days there was a new band with which I became enamored, and I couldn’t stop talking about all these new loves. I was a girl constantly in the infatuation stage of a budding relationship — but with music.

I started carrying around a portable speaker in my purse at all times, finding any excuse to whip it out and talk about my latest paramour. (And yes, Paramore was one of those bands back in the day.)

It didn’t take long for my friends to notice this recurring trend. One day while I was indulging in one of my many ramblings of my newest discovery, my friend rolled her eyes and exclaimed, “Oh my god, another band, Meg?! You’re such a slut! You’re a music slut!”

Long story, short: the nickname stuck and has become my true form… although a bit awkward to explain to family members. Sorry Mom.

I will not be slut shamed, though. My music slutiness has led me down a magnificent road of music discovery that has given me more than your typical run-of-the-mill fan experience that includes dark bar rooms, back alleys, basements and hidden studios. Feel free to follow along and join me in Wonderland.