The first sentence of Diarrhea Planet's bio answers the burning question of band title, no pun intended: “'What's in a name? That which we call a rose / By any other name would smell as sweet.'" But apprehensive listeners can be well ensured—this name is in no way suggestive of the quality of music.
The musical world is ever changing, new genres are created constantly and artists too can modify and evolve just as frequently. This is what attracts hordes of music lovers to now veteran indies, Cold War Kids.
There is nothing fabricated or staged in the music that The Devil Makes Three creates, just an extension of the devastating and downright pretty feelings that really must rest in each of them. As the band starts its largest tour yet, guitarist and lead singer Pete Bernhard took the time to talk about learning everything they know from Fugazi, endlessly driving around this country in circles, and channeling Woody Guthrie for lyrical inspiration.
Roz and the Rice Cakes, the Rhode Island band of three, has been killin' it all year touring the country with the release of their latest album, Need to Feed. Even in the spurts of free time that the trio does have, music sweeps in with rad house shows, recording sessions and solo projects, like the exclusive listen featured here.
We spent a late August afternoon with Dirty Dishes in Los Angeles; hanging at Ms. Donut – the official site of all Dirty Dishes band meetings – eating grilled cheese sandwiches at Brite Spot Diner, walking around Echo Park Lake, and an enjoying an impromptu jam session on the floor of Jenny Tuite’s quaint abode.
Before hitting the road for a west coast string of dates Cobalt Cranes' Kate Betuel and Tim Foley took the time to talk with Amadeus about the musical movement brewing in Los Angeles, writing the new album in a motel in Kansas, and blasting Black Sabbath while driving through blizzards in Colorado.
Each of Danava's songs is a rollicking, rippin' power track with extra psychedelic embellishments. The band works with a consistent feeling and within the confines of a bygone genre, but seeing them live puts to rest doubts that it’s all pretense-laden artifice.
Since hearing garage-punk outfit BRONCHO’s fiery, feisty debut “Can’t Get Past the Lips,” and realizing the now rock trio were more than just some undistinguished Midwestern band, we’ve been anticipating their second spin.