Wicked Cool Records

Wicked Cool Records
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As the United States slowly rots into a stinking musical wasteland, Steven Van Zandt is fighting tooth and nail to save rock n’ roll in its purest and most beautiful form. Van Zandt, who is a weird, walking, breathing encyclopedia of cool, has managed to piece together the aptly named New York-based Wicked Cool Records. Since 2006, Wicked Cool has released some of the most important rock n’ roll that you’ve probably never heard of. … read more

CLC Band: Rifamos

CLC Band: Rifamos
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Formerly called Rodentia, Rifamos includes members of SugarTown, Revolver and Blood Poets. They play the kind of western and surf music that could be the soundtrack to the lives of bandits and outlaws who ride through the deserts of Mexico and the American Southwest, revolutionary characters like Pancho Villa or George Hayduke. … read more

Alec Ounsworth at Kilby Court

Alec Ounsworth at Kilby Court
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For pretty much as long as I can remember I’ve had a deeply rooted opposition to and disgust for mustaches. I guess it’s an unfair generalization, but from a young age I observed that the only people who had ‘staches were cops, weasel-faced Nazis, and guys who used one hand to turn up their Hank Jr. tape while using the other to polish the fender of their four wheeler after a holiday weekend at the sand dunes. A few years ago a new breed of mustache-wearer became far more prominent in the mostly still stagnant facial hair scene: the sarcastic hipster … read more

Star Fucking Hipsters at The Salt City Cellar

Star Fucking Hipsters at The Salt City Cellar
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Despite what I’ve read on bathroom walls, I was under the impression that punk was, in fact, quite dead—or at least punk as I was initially introduced to it. In my mind, all the street punx that hadn’t burned out completely had replaced their mohawks with misshapen dreads and converted themselves into freight-riding crustlords. That, or they’d put on Rayban knockoffs and turned into snotty garage rock dudes.  … read more

Peelander-Z at the Urban Lounge

Peelander-Z at the Urban Lounge
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Seeing Japanese/New Yorkers Peelander-Z play at the Urban Lounge was like witnessing an extra-terrestrial invasion, complete with laserblast guitar riffs and “take-me-to-your-leader” style mispronounced English. Anamanaguchi opened the show, which was fun enough, but Peelander-Z’s goofball antics really made the night. … read more

Cake @ Red Butte Garden 06.16

Cake @ Red Butte Garden 06.16
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Although my musical tastes have shifted and evolved over the past decade or so, listening to Cake was an important part of my young teenage years. At parties, I danced like a maniac, kicking and knocking people’s drinks from their hands to “Stick Shifts and Safety Belts.” … read more

Vegetable, Handicapitalist, Firebrand, Dick Janitor @ Raunch 06.29

Vegetable, Handicapitalist, Firebrand, Dick Janitor @ Raunch 06.29
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The shows that Raunch Records hosts are consistently solid. The crowd is energetic and colorful, the bands kick ass and proprietor Brad Collins is a friendly, genuine dude. The audience, who had filed in to listen to Handicapitalist, Dick Janitor, Firebrand and Vegetable, didn’t know it at the time, but in the back parking lot of Raunch Records there was a sinister car full of kids who probably deserved a fine stomping. … read more

Localized: Breaux, God’s Revolver and Maraloka – March 2010

Localized: Breaux, God’s Revolver and Maraloka – March 2010
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Sure, you’ve been to SLUG Localized, but never before have you experienced the combined sadistic threat of Breaux, God’s Revolver, and openers Maraloka. It all goes down at the Urban Lounge on Friday, March 12. Five bones gets you in. Good luck getting out. … read more

John Lydon: Anger is an Energy

John Lydon: Anger is an Energy
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After taking sixteen years off from the music world in order to write an autobiography, chase through the jungle after silverback gorillas and scuba dive with great white sharks off the coast of South Africa, John Lydon (AKA Johnny Rotten) is back. Mercifully responding to the crying and tooth-gnashing of their American fan base, PiL has decided to grace America with a month-long tour. The Holy Gods of Rock and Roll smiled on me, and I had the dream-come-true opportunity of talking to Mr. Lydon for what turned out to be some of the most nervously thrilling minutes of my existence. … read more

Here Comes the Night: Garage Punk and Weirdness from Behind the Zion Curtain

Here Comes the Night: Garage Punk and Weirdness from Behind...
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About fifty or sixty rock n’ rollers, kids with sunglasses and dirty tennis shoes, are packed into a nervous coffee shop or the swarming living room of a crumbling Provo party house. They’re dancing like animals, twisting and kicking, whipped into a vicious frenzy by sloppy surf riffs, vicious primal howls and the brutish beat of floor tom and snare. Great God Almighty, it’s the heat of the beat. … read more