- Archikulture Digest
- January 28, 2020
A young woman scarred in an accident tries for a miracle and gets a guy who loves her.
“You are all my children now.” Techno rave meets Jim Jones as Chris Catania is inducted into the cult of Big Beat oblivion.
Chris Catania finds himself amongst a crowd who wants to hear South London’s own Jamie T play all night along. And after getting an earful of a tuneful melange of punk, r&b and everything in between, he’s inclined to agree.
When Rock The Bells took its hip hop circus on the road it may have left the core acts back in the big cities (Rage Against The Machine and Public Enemy to name just two), but Chris Catania still managed to discover some sublime moments at the tour’s stop in Chicago.
Feeling dwarfed by ex-Lunachick Theo Kogan and her two towering bandmates, Chris Catania reports that Gothic dance rock is alive and well, and smashing your face in.
Chris Catania, in between three days of running back and forth the length of Chicago’s Grant Park to check out the likes of Pearl Jam, Regina Spektor and Rhymefest, wonders if maybe Lollapalooza is getting a little too big.
For the third straight year indie-rock tastemaker Pitchfork Media summoned the masses, including Chris Catania, and delivered a balanced mix of promising upstarts and legends for the Pitchfork Music Festival.
Chris Catania gets swept up by the creative electricity that had a Chicago crowd firmly in the grip of indie hip-hop mastermind Sage Francis.
What Sequel? (Pravda). Review by Aaron Shaul.
Chris Catania finds himself floating on clouds of psychedelic fuzz and memories during this triple-bill of Clientele, Beach House and Single Man Affair. Not just another night out.
Chris Catania comes clean about a patchy night at the rock club – with All Smiles failing to live up to the hype, errr hope, and young turks Seawolf and Bronze stealing the show.
Stale beats? Flat lyrical punchlines? It’s a safe bet Chris Catania wasn’t amongst the fans excitedly singing… wait, no, texting Gym Class Heroes’ praises to all their friends stuck at home.
Chris Catania was just one member of a Chicago crowd awed into silence by the beautiful songs of Sleeping at Last and the Smoking Popes’ Josh Caterer.
Chris Catania saw Sparklehorse transcend nasty weather and nastier flu to deliver a transcendent set of American Gothic. What’s your excuse?
M. Ward’s recent Chicago gig saw the crowd becoming much more active participants in the performance. Chris Catania reports from the frontlines.
Stage blood, punk rock, a group jam on a John Lennon X-mas song, angular sonics, three top-notch Chicago bands – what more could Chris Catania have asked for this holiday season?
Chris Catania takes in a triple bill of bubbling-under indie talent, headlined by the flamboyant pop of Bon Savants, and leaves the Chicago venue mightily impressed.
Chris Catania takes in a Chicago concert by Patrice Pike, contestant on the recent “Rock Star Supernova” show, and he ends up seeing a serious performer, and not a one-trick pony, whose career may have been harmed, rather than helped, by reality television exposure.
Pessimism & Satire (Fearless). Review by Addam Donnelly.