REVIEW BY ABBIE STUTZER
If you ever attend a Gogol Bordello show, expect to see wiry, unshaven front man, Eugene Hütz, sport everything from canvas zipper clad pants and sneakers to bright striped belts and high heels. Scott SpychalskiHütz!
Hütz and his fellow rocking vagabonds will typically down drinks, bend barricades to interact with the crowd, and dance with the band's beautiful face-painted percussionists. Gogol's quick-paced songs and driving beat demand the band put all their energy
It's hard to write -- or even care -- about the reunion show of a band that you weren't around to see during its first run. But I'm glad I saw Mongol Beach Party get back to the jam after 15 years of dormancy, especially considering I came with zero personal expectations -- just the recommendation of people whose taste I trust. Cody Wyoming, for example, told me earlier in the week that MBP was one of three local bands that he would sneak out of the house to see when he was a kid (the other two
Don't know about you, but we only just got the memo that there's a local band called Nuthatch 47 that puts lilting, accordion-fueld Russian folk music into a loose, ska-blues headlock and dances around like a drunk Gypsy with it. Kind of like a gentler, more down-home Gogol Bordello. Photo courtesy Nuthatch47.comWith Spring comes the Nuthatch.
Looks like even though most of the band members are Missouri boys, they've got a real-live Russian frontman. Killer. Even rubies (or should I say rubles?
Debauched purveyors of rock 'n' roll hailing from the Salton Sea, Throw Rag are one of those bands I keep missing by just that much. They opened for Gogol Bordello, and we showed up right as the were finishing their last song. Every night they ever played the Replay? I had to work. Then, for years--nothing. Fucking. No. Thing.
They toured sporadically, but never came through Lawrence. No music, no nothing. I figured there would have been a pretty decent tour when they released 2nd Place a year
On my Twitter feed, I have three directors, but only one ever really posts anything that's not self-pimping: Lloyd Kaufmann.
Kaufmann -- he of the Troma films on USA Up All Night that led to what one might call an arrested adolescence -- recently posted a link to a video from Chinese band Girls Are Waiting To Meet You. With song stylings that fall somewhere in between Gogol Bordello and most '80s soundtrack staples, the band's music stands in good stead next to the slightly camp, decidedly gory
While it's not a musical release, I'd really like to mention the fact that the long-delayed Trick 'r Treat is finally seeing DVD release this week. Currently pulling in a 100% fresh rating on Rotten Tomatoes, it's a return to anthology horror like Twilight Zone: the Movie or Creepshow. I've seen nothing more than the trailer and a couple of clips, but I'm going to be buying this today, in hopes that the studios will stop churning out remakes and crap like the Saw series in favor of quality genre
I'm posting this rather late today because, well, that's what going out all three nights of the weekend does to a body. And because I saw so much music this weekend, I'm not even gonna try to make this a shapely piece of writing. Here's what I saw, y'all.
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Son Venezuela at Power & Light: The district was by no means packed. It was a cold, sorta wet night, and Son Venezuela ain't exactly Blues Traveler or the Bravery. We perched on one of the staircases and watched as the area's hardest-gi
