- Event Reviews
- November 15, 2018
Jeremy Glazier gets up close and personal with Reverend Peyton and his Big Damn Band.
As part of Chicago’s Wrecking Ball Punk Festival, Voice of Addiction stood out in a sea of genre-defying punk rock. Chris Catania was wooed by their rowdy rhythms.
A recent Gayngs concert in Chicago swept Chris Catania up in its euphoric blurring of musical lines.
Beats Antique brought a little bit of mystical gypsy jazz fusion to Chicago. Chris Catania found himself lost in the glorious world of belly dancing and twirling bodies.
Tim Fite demonstrates to a Chicago crowd that a spoonful of sugar really does help the medicine go down.
Beach House lull a sold-out Chicago crowd into a pleasurable trance before sending them home to conjugate their shared ecstasy.
Polysics pick up where Devo left off, only they do it a whole lot weirder.
Brother Ali raps more gratitude than attitude, sending a refreshing surge of celebration through Chicago’s Metro.
Wilco wraps up a marathon North American tour at home in Chicago with the usual mix of musical precision, chemistry, and warmth.
Miike Snow treats Chicago fans, including our own Chris Catania, to an early Halloween show.
For its fourth year the Pitchfork Music Festival proves to Chris Catania, and about 20,000 fans, that it can deliver the goods as well as the big guys.
Rock the Bells kicked off its 2009 hip-hop festival tour in Chicago — just two days after Michael Jackson’s sudden death. Chris Catania took in this year’s finest while ruminating on the psychology of a crowd in mourning.
M. Ward suspends time and lifts Chicago, and Chris Catania, up in the warm embrace of his timeless music.
Lady Sovereign may have matured since parting ways with Def Jam records, but she recently proved to both Chicago and our own Chris Catania that she’s still the “biggest midget in the game.”
DJ Anthony Davis and Sean Daley bring a golden carnival of Atmosphere to Chicago.
Chris Catania gets in touch with his feminist side at Chicago’s DeciBelle Festival.
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.
Despite being sunkissed by Spiritualized and bum rushed by Public Enemy, Chris Catania is distinctly underwhelmed by this year’s Pitchfork Festival.
At the Kooks’ Chicago tour stop, Chris Catania sees that there may indeed be something wrong with a lil’ (too much) bump n’ grind.
Chris Catania gets a raucous introduction to the summer camp experience, by way of Wayne Coyne‘s glorious teeth.
Dave Mustaine and his once trailblazing Megadeth seem to be facing the quandary of many “classic” acts, an audience that wants you frozen in time and the creeping realization that your best songs are behind you. Nostalgia may sell, but Chris Catania ain’t buying.