The last time we saw Gymshorts, they accomplished more in their short 30-minute set than some bands of similar raging noise-punk nature will manage only after playing with each other for years. Tearing through “Herman Melville” and other tracks from their purposefully, defiantly, invitingly imperfect recent release, No Backsies, their chemistry exploded.
The ladies of Vulture Vintage made their way to Moon Block Party’s annual music festival Desert Daze this past weekend to catch a slew of bands, sling some vintage merch and snap some photos of the weekend’s festivities.
Last week, Roma Dash was found crammed in the wheel well of a Logan-LAX commercial plane. Luckily, we were there, and made a citizens' arrest on the spot; she never did make it to Coachella, despite her incessant chanting of Lana Del Rey's 'West Coast,' as we hauled her away.
While Real Hair is comfortably familiar, it's no carbon-copy of what their debut full-length Major Arcana brought us last June. It embraces some different songwriting qualities that provide a distinction from what has come before, and their musical progression doesn't come at the cost of sacrificing what has made Speedy Ortiz so appealing to date: loud, intricate 90s-fuzz guitars and Sadie Dupuis' sharp lyrics and vocals.
Roz & The Rice Cakes (yes, rice cakes were involved in the informal christening) can’t be duplicated. From the hand-made props to the far-out harmonies, the Providence, Rhode Island trio takes DIY to a new level, creating and interpreting music as their own.
The amount of psych/garage rock bands that currently inhabit Los Angeles, and Southern California in general, is vast. Hordes of bands playing all-too-familiar, reverb-drenched tunes can be heard at a number of clubs and venues throughout the city on any given day, which makes attracting the ears of jaded listeners quite a tough feat.