Felice Brothers Tour, Repping the 845 Area Code Quite Nicely, IMHO
By Heidi Vanderslice on Jan 18 2008
Here's a fact: when it comes to the Felice Brothers, I'm biased. First of all, they hail from my college stomping grounds. (Note: I have only been out of college for less than a year, but since I have indeed moved out of my college town, I have every right to refer to said town as "my college stomping grounds." Just clearing that up right now.) Secondly, they go quite well with a pint of whatever's on tap, and they manage to indulge in a few themselves while cranking out some of the most earnest Americana rock/folk I've heard in a long while. Simone Felice often opens for his own band with the help of his wife's keyboard accompaniment, and Bob Dylan comparisons run rampant right into the main set, where he's joined by his violin&accordion&guitar-wielding (hey!) brothers.
2008 seems to be treating these "upstate" (not really) New York boys quite well, kicking off a national tour with Son Volt and meeting up with the Drive-By Truckers on the West Coast. Pretty boss considering their First Real Record, Tonight At the Arizona, only came out last year. Tear. I'm rather proud.
No irony allowed, especially on a tour of such length, sheesh:
Apes Keep Evolving with New Tour, Album, and Vocalist
By Liz Louche on Jan 18 2008
Apes! What can our primate cousins not do? They paint! They colonize
planets and enslave humans! They wear funny outfits! And now Gypsy Eyes Records is releasing their newest LP on February 19, 2008!
Okay, so maybe the Apes responsible for Ghost Games are slightly
different, inasmuch that they're actually humans. But that certainly
shouldn't diminish our wonder and excitement in any way. This is the
band's fourth release and the first without former vocalist Paul Weil,
who left the band back in 2005 to start a family. Now fronted by
visual artist/new vocalist Breck Brunson, Apes have recently shared
the stage with Klaxons, The Slits, Deerhunter, DMBQ, Spankrock, and
Liars.
This winter they're gearing up for a series of East Coast tourdates, with a South By Southwest performance and West Coast dates expected.
* Sole
** These Are Powers, Ex Models, and Mixel Pixel
*** Sole, Telephone Jim Jesus
Man Man Tour, No Girls Allowed
By Nobodaddy on Jan 18 2008
Attention loyal lady TMTers:
Is it just me, or has your sex kinda... dropped the ball lately??
No, no, no! Put that down! Just, just hear me out, okay?! Sheesh...
Anyway, what I mean is, when's the last time you really took a stand and struck a blow for women's rights? When's the last time you've welled up with a passion for change, looked male tyranny straight in the monocled-eye, and shouted "I am woman, hear me roar"?? When's the last time you really listened to Meredith Brooks' "Bitch"???
Well, ladies, break out the picket signs and Kate Chopin, because now's your chance.
See, there's this certain social club, a dirty, vile little group that consists of -- get THIS -- all male members! And, by all accounts, they stubbornly refuse to let any women join in the eerily masculine, cult-like noise-making rituals in which I am told they participate almost nightly, as they spread their gospel of segregation and tyranny around different parts of the United States.
This "band," as the sexist menace cleverly refers to itself, audaciously calls itself Man Man, presumably in order to rub your delicate, feminine noses in the fact that these mysterious perverts revel in their archaic male-exclusivity.
Oh, and also get THIS: they hail from none other than the male-centric City of Philadelphia, a.k.a. "the city of brotherly love!" Coincidence? I HIGHLY doubt it! Who do these woman-supplicating crackpots think they’re fooling, am I right?
I said, AM I RIGHT?!?
But, oh, it gets worse, ladies! This Man Man group has been known to jet set around the country, playing all manner of shows in nothing but boxer shorts and t-shirts, as if to say "We have a new record coming out April 8 called Rabbit Habbits! It’s our debut on Anti- Records, home of such decidedly monosyllabic male artists as Tom Waits and Nick Cave! And there's nothing you can do about it, bitches!"
The bastards! And that is why I encourage each and every one of you to get out there to the following headlining tourdates and, amid the pulverisingly gleeful Klezmer din that is a Man Man show, dance the dance of protest!
Er, I’d go myself and join in the picketing, ladies, but there’s no Chicago date. Uh, but don’t you worry your pretty face about it; I’ll be at home rooting for you with every ounce of my body... my inherently biologically superior male body.