CMJ – Day 4
Sometimes, you need to sacrifice music for Geography, and so instead of schlepping out to Ft.Greene on the slim hope of getting into tonight's Broken Social Scene show at the […]
So…what?
Music festivals are mostly about wading through a sea of mediocrity to discover the one or three new acts who qualify as Killer on the basis of their charisma, or
Bonus #2
I was walking past Music Hall of Williamsburg, which hosts weirdo doo-wop-a-billy fiend King Kahn and postpunk vets Mission of Burma tonight in a non-CMJ show. But, a little chat with
Great Danes
I don't know how many bands from Denmark are invading New York this week, but rather than default to gimmickry like last night's WhoMadeWho, The Blue Van seem content to
Stagecraft
Day 3 of CMJ begins across the street from work, where Montreal's The Dears are playing forthright, slightly-twanged rock in local opium den Hiro Ballroom. It's a professional setup here: totally tricked
Must be Nice to Sleep In
There are countless correspondents covering this year's CMJ Music Marathon (including, in typically half-assed fashion, your's truly), but for quality and insight, you can't beat the battery of Times critics (Jon
Encore
Friendly Fires were so damned good at Bowery last night, I had to see them again tonight at the Bring on the Brits showcase at The Annex on Orchard St.
Why I Love CMJ
Because you can work a full day, grab a $3.50 falafel sandwich, and head out for a full night of sponsored drinking…I mean, listening. Latest stop: the Ben Sherman store
Haunting
Not sure who Tickley Feather is or where they hail from, but their show at Le Poisson Rouge tonight errs towards the eerie. Lots of reverb and weird electro sounds.