On Tuesday night, Melbourne, Australia native, Alex Lahey, took to the stage of West Hollywood’s Troubadour. As the old saying goes: “female-fronted is not a fucking genre.” I must say, however, that being a young queer woman, there’s always something magical about watching another queer woman backed by a band of fellow hard ripping women.
Last Saturday the 7-piece band Drugdealer, crowded onto the stage of the Bootleg Theater with a 6-pack of Coronas and a setlist full of feel-good tunes.
If you ever need to take a moment to get in touch with your feelings, give Florist a listen. "Emily Alone" will have you feeling heavy-hearted and hopeful.
Last Thursday the Austin-based blues-rock duo, Black Pistol Fire, took to the stage of the El Rey with a guitar, a drum kit, and a whole lot of chutzpah.
Sadgirl is fuzzy old school doo-wop with surf-punk cynicism and Misha Lindes can go from Bobby Vinton’s “Mr. Lonely” to Mr. Don’t Fuck With Me real quick.
Mixing elements of traditional Mexican music with American folk, Y La Bamba effortlessly weaves skillful guitar licks with echoing vocal harmonies to create a listening experience quite unlike any other.
Jihaari Terry lives in the sonic realm. A DJ, music producer, and lover of sound Jihaari is submerged in the tenor, pitch, and rhythm of the here/now, which is also the sounds of was/then.
