PITTSBURGH, Pa. – Appearances here can be deceiving, and in the case of Mr. Small’s Theater, they are nothing short of subterfuge.
PONTIAC, Mich. – It was a cold, dull and dreary Friday afternoon outside Clutch Cargo’s, but the atmosphere inside the locally renowned church-turned-concert hall was anything but.
Friday night’s episode of “The Tonight Show” was Conan O’Brien’s final one after only seven months behind the desk. Tom Hanks, Steve Carell, and Will Ferrell are just a few of the stars who showed up to bid farewell to the late-night host.
Think about if someone approached you in a record store asking for something that blends the unique vocal sound of Hit the Lights, the emo power of The Early November and the homegrown pop-punk sound that The Starting Line have perfected. If that person were savvy enough they would hand you a copy of Think Fast from Just Left, the band’s second album and debut for Victory imprint Standby Records.
NEW YORK – The Audition lived up to more than its name would suggest Wednesday night in Webster Hall.
There was one truth apparent while walking through the merchandise area one hour after the doors opened at the Starland Ballroom last Wednesday evening: the crowd was ready for all that was to come.
ALLENTOWN, Penn. – All That Remains was headlining, the ticket read, but there was nothing obvious about this from the way the crowd was acting throughout last Monday’s show at the Crocodile Rock Café.
Though 2008 bared just four albums worthy of our highest acclaim, 2009 delivered the following 10 essentials: Boys Like Girls Love Drunk The Friday Night Boys Off the Deep End Fun. Aim and Ignite Green Day 21st Century Breakdown Michael Jackson This is It Paper Route Absence Paramore Brand New Eyes Say Anything Say Anything The Secret Handshake My Name in Lights Third Eye Blind Ursa Major
The spirit and energy of the 2009 mtvU Woodie Awards — the madcap awards show that celebrates independent music and college radio across the country — was distilled entirely in the show’s opening performance.
On an appropriately cold and rainy Friday night in the Minneapolis warehouse district, the Despair Faction, AFI’s fan militia, was working itself up, chanting the intro to Black Sails in the Sunset (”Through/Our bleeding!/We/Are one!”) and throwing up martial fist pumps. The all-ages crowd had already been primed by opening act Gallows, whose lanky, ginger vocalist, Frank Carter, spent half his time singing from the middle of the pit and the rest on stage, gobbing loogies with impressive trajectories. The Faction had just spent three years waiting for AFI to break their hiatus with a new album, Crash Love, and… Read more »
