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Listen to My Morning Jacket perform all of ‘It Still Moves’ and ‘Z’ as well as a 20-minute “Cobra” earlier this month at their One Big Holiday event in the Dominican Republic.
”Pussy Riot has never done normal concerts in usual sense of this word, and we intend to continue this tradition,” say the group of the tour. ”Events that we organize are political rallies, not concerts. We intend to make the audience leave the venue or the festival, and to go out and act.”
Throughout the 30 minutes of Jericho Sirens, Hot Snakes’ first full-length release in 14 years, the San Diego quintet sound as if they’re pushed to their limits. Hot Snakes have always been a loud and abrasive band, but there’s a manic energy at work on their fourth album that feels unexpectedly urgent for a band who have spent the better part of the past decade-and-a-half offstage and out of the studio. On the 78-second standout “Why Don’t It Sink In?”, John Reis’s guitar sounds lethal in its barbed-wire scrape, and vocalist Rick Froberg screeches out the song’s title. A song this brief, noisy, and unrelenting doesn’t offer the listener much of a chance to let anything sink in—you just endure and survive it.
Much like their short, explosive songs, the first wave of Hot Snakes’ career was also brief and concentrated: three albums in five years and an unceremonious (if temporary) end, brought about by grown-up responsibilities like fatherhood. Within six years, the band slowly made their way back to festival stages, eventually followed by the unlikely reunion of Froberg and Reis’s other band, Drive Like Jehu, before Hot Snakes finally made it to the studio six years into their comeback. And it’s hard not to hear that band’s complex post-hardcore sensibility seething through the twisted time signatures and discordance of tracks like “Candid Cameras.”
At its core, Jericho Sirens bears all of the elements that made up Hot Snakes’ excellent first trio of albums: a sharp clash of guitars, pummeling punk-rock rhythms, and Froberg’s frantic, strained bark. Yet there’s even more tension and agitation than usual, even for a band whose discography is founded on that very agitation. On “Psychoactive,” the band’s wall of guitars is dense and imposing, while the churning title track evokes the nickname of German propaganda symbol in an ominous metaphor for Trump’s America: “Started as a whisper / Now it’s a campaign.” Only closing track “Death of a Sportsman” allows much space in, an ominous organ riff reminiscent of Suicide’s “Ghost Rider” rumbling under the feedback and reverb. But even that comes roaring back seemingly more potent than how it began. It’s a fitting metaphor for the band itself, who prove that which burns brightest can still be reignited.
Just about a month ago, the great Montreal post-punk outfit Ought returned with their third album, Room Inside The Word. It’s a dense, exciting new collection, one that rewards spending some time with it and parsing all the different avenues the band ventures down across its nine songs. Of course, there were also tracks … More »
Former Blink-182 guitarist Tom DeLonge really wants to know the truth about aliens.
To that end, To the Stars Academy of the Arts and Sciences — the organization DeLonge leads — released a declassified military video on Friday of what they’re claiming is a UFO.
The video, captured on a U.S. Navy F/A 18 Super Hornet fighter jet, includes the two pilots laughing as they wonder, “what the fuck is that thing?”
Using an infrared camera, the pilots track what appears to be a swiftly-moving white dot flying above the ocean. Read more…
John Prine recently stopped by NPR‘s studio to tape a Tiny Desk concert, featuring himself and a small band. The legendary country-folk singer-songwriter performed two new songs from his upcoming album The Tree of Forgiveness (out April 13). The opening song was a somber, unreleased new tune Prine cowrote with Dan Auerbach called “Caravan of Fools,” about which…
The LA and Vegas shows will include special guest guitarist Ace Frehley.