- Archikulture Digest
- January 24, 2020
The Breakthrough gangs takes us back to the early ’90’s in this excellent evening of Broadway tunes.
Big Dogz (Eagle Records). Review by Christopher Long.
Queens of the Stone Age (Rekords Rekords). Review by James Mann.
A behind-the-scenes look at the making of Tom Petty and the Heartbreaker’s landmark 1979 smash record.
Black Sabbath (Idelsohn Society For Musical Preservation). Review by Carl F Gauze.
Hawkwind Triad (Neurot). Review by Matthew Moyer.
After 30 years in the music industry, producer, songwriter and musician Larry Dvoskin has released a set of his own music. Gail Worley finds out why it took so long.
Flogging Molly didn’t give up much for Lent, instead bringing one hell of a happy show to Orlando’s House of Blues.
Too young to be fully cognizant of the more embarrassing excesses of Gothic music over the past twenty years, the young Turks of NYC’s own Blacklist are, perhaps unwittingly, the best hope of redeeming Goth-metal. Fresh from a European tour complete with horned hotel antics, Blacklist frontman and provocateur Josh Strawn told Ink 19 all about how he learned to stop worrying and love Motorhead and Scott Walker equally.
Slower! Slower! Jen Cray is bowled over by the brutal trudge of an evening with Down, Weedeater and the mighty Melvins.
Jen Cray is delighted to report that Green Day has morphed into an unstoppable rock ‘n’ roll band, capable of holding entire arenas of fans in the palm of its collective sweaty hand. Whether you believe it or not is up to you.
Gail Worley gets the definitive interview out of Secret Machines’ feisty drummer Josh Garza. She calls them a grunge Be Bop Deluxe, but in a good way.
Big Business delivered a ::beep:: of a rock show in Jacksonville, according to Scott Adams, even if the majority of the audience was too busy texting one another to have realized it.
Punctuated Equilibrium (Southern Lord). Review by Matthew Moyer.
Nude With Boots (Ipecac). Review by Matthew Moyer.
Chris Catania makes it through a weekend of punk, rock, hip hop, sweat, and garbage cans without having his head mistaken for a hi-hat.