Didn't get tickets to the sold-out Jesus Lizard shows on Thanksgiving weekend? Fret not! The fierce Chicago foursome has just announced they'll be playing Metro for New Year's Eve this year. Tickets for the 18+ show go on sale this Saturday at noon.
Didn't get tickets to the sold-out Jesus Lizard shows on Thanksgiving weekend? Fret not! The fierce Chicago foursome has just announced they'll be playing Metro for New Year's Eve this year. Tickets for the 18+ show go on sale this Saturday at noon.
The Jesus Lizard was easily one of our top two favorite acts at Pitchfork this year, and we delighted in seein that while David Yow is a decade older than the last time he graced a Chicago stage, he's lost none of his insane mentality. There are people who are fearless onstage, and there are people who fearlessly own the stage. Yow is in the latter category with maybe two or three other living, breathing (barely) human beings. And the rest of the band are no slouches either! While David Wm. Sims, Duane Denison, and Mac McNeilly don't move around as much as Yow does, their attack is just as savage and their bass-guitar-drum attack weave together seamlessly into one ravishing sledgehammer to the senses.
The weekend is here, and for many that means packing up the available vehicle and getting out of the city. If camping or fishing or what have you aren’t your style, make a city-to-city musical jaunt up to Milwaukee. Kick it off with a mix of solid Mil-town artists like the Violent Femmes, The Promise Ring, and The Obsoletes for the 90 minute ride and get ready to discover that Milwaukee’s music scene proves that...
We’re busy people, and you probably are, too. So if you’re not getting out to the clubs to see enough live music, this edition of Friday Afternoon Diversion is for you. Clap Your Hands Say Yeah haters will want to skip this clip of the band's recent appearance at the Vic. Turn down your speakers a little for this Wolf Parade clip from Metro back in August, when they peformed a new song called...
Buddyhead is primarily known for their gossip, penchant for releasing the cell phone numbers of Top 40 alt-rockers and mall-punks, and general railing against all bands that they think generally suck. This includes just about everyone. In the midst of all this, Buddyhead still manages to run a label and sign the occasional band that escapes their hate and ire. As one would expect, it’s a pretty small roster.