Would ya look at that? It’s a load of spooky tunes to get you in the mood for the 8 million festivities this week. They’ll tingle your spine and make you suddenly hungry for Count Chocula! They will shock and amaze you! They are what lurks in the shadows! Don’t listen alone.
Here we are again with some new music videos from the locals here in Arizona. Please remember that these are “official” videos here and none of that put-the-song-with-an-image-of-the-album-cover or lyric video nonsense. No really — you have video cameras in your pocket at all times, there is no excuse for lyric videos. Please stop making them.
Cheers, please support your locals, and enjoy a taste of ours.
It’s like radio without all the talking. Here is what we’ve been listening to. Most tracks are brand-spanking new and if you like them, go support the bands by buying albums (click on the little icon next to the track title) or checking out shows.
If you have been to enough shows in The Valley, chances are you have had a chance to see The Sex play. After a brief hiatus they are back and have just released a new album and they were nice enough to send us a digital copy.
“We are trying to close fifteen yards between the audience and us; and the White Stripes want that fifteen yards.” – Billy Childish
The title of this article is deceiving: I don’t have a garage. If I did, I’m damn sure I wouldn’t read inside one. The prospect of reclining on a pile of tools or sitting on top of a spare tire, slowly paging through a good read as the smell of oil pooling on the floor drifts up my nose… well, it doesn’t seem nearly as attractive as reading on the comfort of my couch. I just threw that in to be a shitty subtitle, which gives me something in common with the book I just finished reading, Eric Davidson’s We Never Learn: The Gunk Punk Undergut, 1988-2001.