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Purest Form @ Lodge Room 8-10-25
Saw them open for Lip Critic, MS PAINT, and Pat & the Pissers. Awesome show.
Marni Delivers Sad But Loud Indie Rock Opening for Lauren Lakis and Buckets at Permanent Records Roadhouse
On Friday June 12, 2026, Marni, the LA-based indie band, presented a focused, loud, blissed out-yet-still-melancholic set of new and newer songs, including cuts from last year’s fml era EP. At Friday’s show at the Permanent Records Roadhouse in Cypress Park, Marni opened up for Lauren Lakis and Buckets, both of whom were celebrating record releases that evening.
Marni, which at its core is made up of guitarist/singer Nic A. Lara and guitarist Mic, continues to deliver consistent sad-kid slowcore music that inspires introspection and nostalgia, nostalgia for youth, for example, or a moment in time that cannot be reclaimed yet still remains imprinted. Lara’s tortured, sensitive voice and lyrics about regret and reflection, which are often backed by Mic’s background voice, render a unique and enjoyable set that places less emphasis on performativity and more on feeling.
Their latest EP, released in October 2025, features an updated sound inspired by 90s alt rock (think Smashing Pumpkins or Third Eye Blind), which is a marked shift from their lofi bedroom-wave as seen on 2022’s Whiskey Girl. Their set on Friday served as a contrast to the other acts on, where attendees noticed Lara and Mic were accompanied by a newish lineup, including a lap steel player, a unique-yet-fitting addition to the Marni repertoire.
Lara reminds me of Elliott Smith, or even Jesse Lacey on stage: quiet, offering little banter, yet locked-in. I would be in great shock if Lara ever tells an audience “tip your bartender” or asks “is everyone having a good time?,” for that’s not the prerogative at a Marni show; we are here for the feels, sir. Unafraid to turn his back on the audience in order to connect with his drummer as he constructs a wave of warm distortion, Lara arguably delivered the best set of the night, as he was unconcerned with any of the above boilerplate stage antics. Nevertheless, he did say “we have merch,” or something along those lines. Afterwards, I bought two Marni shirts (one for me and one for my wife–Marni is for lovers, afterall), and a pin set, and fml era on CD instead of vinyl, since I’m trying to buy less vinyl.
It didn’t actually help that the Permanent Records Roadhouse has a little record store on the premises (along with a taco guy; more on that on my Burrito Blog), which actually has decent availability and prices. The “Village Record Store,” notably, had a wide selection of classics from The Beatles & David Bowie (including a super rare Deja Entendu on vinyl). I do have some regret about not picking up a copy of The White Album, which I do need and adore, but already this week I purchased Blink 182’s Take Off Your Pants & Jacket, Eighteen Visions Vanity, AFI Decemberunderground, and Charli XCX Music, Fashion, Film, so I was enduring a self-imposed sanction on wax purchases. A little more about the venue: it also interestingly boasts near-pristine restrooms, and booths for people to enjoy a night with friends while the bands hash it out on stage, so I definitely need to return with friends and squeeze into a booth with a frosty non-alcoholic IPA, and I encourage readers to check out this venue as well. However, since street parking is a hassle, you’ll want to arrive early, or be prepared to walk a few blocks. Further, I would have preferred an elevated stage, for the floor level of the stage makes it hard to see the band unless you are very tall. For some reason, Lauren Lakis has very tall fans.
The Kinison Set the Stage for Reunion Show 21 Years in the Making
May 25, 2026
On May 29th, 2026, Inland Empire’s The Kinison will reunite after 21 years to bring their unique brand of sometimes melodic sometimes screaming post-hardcore rock ‘n’roll to Pomona’s Glasshouse for an evening of loud and sassy guitar-based music, a rarity nowadays, to see a straightforward 5-piece band, but The Kinison was rare even when they emerged at the turn of the millenium. Presciently, Blink 182’s Travis Barker took them under his wing, signing them to his label, inviting the band to tour, and the rest is history. As a result, The Kinison crafted a niche sound that made them stick out among contemporaries, a sound that still rings fresh today, and readers should not miss their upcoming reunion show.
The Kinison’s first term as a band seems brief yet enduring: they formed in 1999 in Illinois, but relocated to California in 2002, and quickly got signed, and by 2005, it was over. Looking at old concert flyers, which the band has been posting to build up momentum for this reunion show, they played shows with screamo bands like A Static Lullaby, and others of the eyeliner variety, or at least their fans wore eyeliner–this was 2003, and the height of hot topic mall goth era. The current Kinison incarnation, Guy Bub Knight, Mikey Rivera, Aaron James Faller, Christopher Lee Lewis, Michael Rey Villavicencio, to this writer’s knowledge, never donned eyeliner, which always corresponded/correlated with a certain sound. They seemed more appealing to the skate-punk crowd and everyday kids (the types of kids who might today listen to Turnstile), not quite the mall goths. Though on their first EP, Mortgage is Bank (2003), the sound shares elements with bands like Thursday, and though they recorded their first (and only) LP What Are You Listening To? (2004) with the famed Swedish producers Pelle Henricsson and Eskil Lövström (Poison the Well, Refused, Snapcase), there was always something uniquely rhythmic (sexy?) about The Kinison that only shared certain musical aspects such as guitar octaves and screaming with their contemporaries but still resisted what their peers were doing in many obvious ways. As a result, The Kinison was in a league of their own and hard to categorize, and stories abound of disastrous tours and shows, where the mismatchings were apparent and led to unfortunate results.
On top of the external challenges, being in a band has a way of taxing individuals and the collective and this, mounted with internal creative differences, is what led to the initial breakup in 2005, according to drummer Mikey Rivera. He says, “we were all a bit burnt from touring and grinding without much break, along with some creative differences at the time too. In retrospect, if we would have taken a break and came up for air, maybe cooler heads would have prevailed. Who knows, kinda who cares after this many years, haha.”
While the band was on hiatus members Rivera worked on music as Madison Bloodbath, bassist Michael Villavicencio was in Dream Lover, and singer Christopher Lewis released music as LEWIS and solo as Christopher Lee Lewis. Understandably, it takes great effort to get five adults in the same room again after two decades of separation and separate projects, but somehow The Kinison was able to achieve this, and the momentum for the reunion is building, with the show nearly sold out. Plus, not only is What Are You Listening To? finally available on streaming services, it has also been pressed on limited-edition vinyl(!), which will only be available at the Glasshouse show next week. And not so recently (last year), the band released a single titled “Where is Your Art Coming from?” via Sweet Cheetah Records. The song is an outtake from the What Are You Listening To? sessions and it makes sense that it was left off the record, for although it’s a great song it doesn’t quite match the vibe of the others. Still, the band has plenty of material to pull from. If they play “New Way to Dance,” off their first EP, I’m gonna freak the f*ck out; I’m old now, though, so I hope there’s no crowd surfers falling on my neck; thus, I will watch from a safe, yet close distance. Moreover, before breaking up, the band had completed a substantial amount of touring. In addition to arena tours with Blink 182, they played Coachella Festival and Warped Tour and tours with The Bronx, The Bled, Every Time I Die (RIP), and The Plot to Blow Up the Eiffel Tower, some of my favorite bands, and the band has played The Glasshouse many times before. The reunion show will feature adjacent bands CNTS and Buddha Trixie. When I asked Rivera why it took so long for them to reunite, he replied, “Chris and I reconnected about trying to get our full length record on streaming platforms back in 2023-24. I had broken my leg pretty badly racing dirt bikes, and was on my ass for months. During that time I was able to help annoy (in the kindest way of course) our old lawyer and eventually we were successful. Along with that task, I came across old hard drives and went down a bit of a rabbit hole finding photos, footage, etc. The record being accessible re-kindled some buzz about the band and people were stoked to have the full length after so long. That led to our song being featured in the Battlefield 6 video game which brought a bit of spotlight back to the band. Needless to say, it's all been really cool.”
After next week, the band remains open to the possibility of more gigs, Rivera says, but it’s all to be determined. He says the show will be high energy and very memorable, like their at-capacity, farewell show in Redlands, CA. The Kinison shared DNA (and stages) with many screamo and post-hardcore bands, but they are also their own separate beast, and here's hoping they don't go away again soon.
See you at the Glasshouse on May 29th, 2026 at 8pm, where they will come back from the dead, and since we don't know if it's only for one night, you don't want to miss out! Tickets here: https://dice.fm/event/k6abm9-the-kinison-29th-may-the-glass-house-pomona-tickets?lng=en
8-10-25
Tony Duran Looks Back on 18 years of Underground Music in the Coachella Valley
Tony Duran wears a black Great Muta (WCW wrestler) t-shirt, black frame glasses, and black pants and arrives punctually to our meeting at Palm Desert’s The Hood, a location he has performed at many times. He enjoys a cold non-alcoholic Heineken as he recounts his experience as one of the leading frontmen of the Coachella Valley underground since 2007. For two hours, we discuss the origins of his music career, his various projects, inspiration, and the importance of the Coachella Valley to his art.
Infrequently hitting his vape pen, he chronicles the 10+ projects he has been a part of, all of which hail from the east end of the Coachella Valley. He is calm and thoughtful as he details the origins of his first projects, and the temporary conclusion of his most current band, Nervous Grave, a proper darkwave band and arguably his best-sounding iteration thus far.
Duran’s love of music blossomed from a very early age, and his embeddedness in the Coachella Valley is the prime reason for his musicality. Early shows at the Veterans Park in Coachella were formative for a 15-year-old Duran. He points out a performance and circle pit at a Serpiente 666 show that was particularly formative, for it was there that he embraced the DIY and backyard show ethos.
It is fitting that the city of festivals has produced such music aficionados and obsessives like Tony, young people who decided from an early age that live music would be a way of life, kids (now men) who searched for a means of expression and creative outlet as often as possible. He recalls obtaining his first batch of vinyl records from finding a crate of records at an abandoned house off 52nd street in Coachella with James Gastelum (Calmala, Ocho Ojos, Big Lizard). One notable find was Cosmic Slop by Funkadelic, which would briefly inspire a funk project by Duran and Gastelum.
The proximity to a music community accelerated Duran’s musical development and kickstarted artistic spark. At the Palm Desert Mall’s now defunct-Record Alley, a haven for music lovers, he purchased his own records for the first time, Incubus’s Make Yourself and Weird Al Yankovic’s Food Album, which he acquired at 13. Other middle school discoveries included his main influences, The Cure and The Cramps, which were introduced to him by his first collaborator, Jorge Gomez, of Los Mumblers. This common thread weaves all of Duran’s projects all together: the enduring influence of The Cramps, The Cure, and The Gories, each of which can be traced in the various bands he has fronted. Meeting Jorge and joining Los Mumblers, his first band, proved fateful, for Duran became a full-time musician and never looked back.
With Los Mumblers, a psychobilly/surf punk/tropical punk band also featuring Angel Cervantes on drums, Tony came into his own as a frontman, rallying the crowd and developing his from-beyond-the-grave persona, a torch that he still carries to this day. His tenure in Los Mumblers would give him his first taste of the stage, even though he wasn’t the band’s main songwriter. A “house-destruction show” in the La Quinta cove on June 15th, 2007, would be where he played his first show with other like-minded punk bands whose purpose was to “help tear apart a house set for demolition,” a unique situation that might only have been possible in that year in that scene. From there, Los Mumblers would play shows across the Coachella Valley, including shows with indie bands Courtesy Knave, The UN, The Feedbacks, Baby New Year, and more. His later projects would play shows with other local favorites, The Kathy’s and Las Feas. A history of Tony Duran tells the history of the Coachella Valley underground music scene, since, for 18 years, there has never been a period of inactivity for him that lasted longer than a few months.
Soon, Tony would leave Mumblers to join Big Lizard (with James Gastelum of Ocho Ojos and Calmala and Yesenia of Las Feas), before diving into songwriting with his solo project, A Real Good Tombstone, through which he covered Black Flag’s “Fix Me” and “Frustration” by Soft Cell, two songs that outlined the dual path of punk and new wave that today coalesce in his darkwave band, Nervous Grave. From there, he joined an early supergroup called Batskinners (featuring James Montenegro of Dead Talk Back and Ian Townley of GreasexTrap). Though he focused on only singing live, Batskinners was Duran’s first foray into songwriting, an obstacle since, he says, “I don’t know how to play instruments, but I learned from The Gun Club’s Jeffrey Lee Pierce about open E tuning.” Despite not being able to form guitar chords, the open E tuning enabled Duran to write and easily compose songs by using a one finger power chord. In Batskinners (2013-2015), Tony wrote songs for the entire band to learn and build on, a method he would continue with his next solo project Ritual Rastrero, though in this band he would play guitar on stage for the first time. Before RR, however, he served a stint as singer in rock n’roll band The Basaracts (members of Gisele Woo and the Night Owls–in fact, the entire Night Owls).
Getting started playing shows in high school has resulted in Tony having considerable experience in hosting shows and sharing punk news through word-of-mouth, which assisted the development of the DIY backyard scene. He states, “there is much history and lore about the Kyuss generator parties, but we also had our own lore with our backyard and garage shows, like at Jorge’s house. The atmosphere and energy was unforgettable, and it was a community effort. Jorge had a huge part in that, too.” Duran also mentions shows in 2009 and 2010 that were unforgettable, including a show featuring an impressive hardcore band called Spiral (Ignacio Caniza) and ska/punk band Pulso Final, featuring future member of Ocho Ojos, Cesar Charro. Josh Garcia, who played with Duran in Batskinners, Ritual Rastrero, Bone Pillar, and Nervous Grave acknowledges his unacknowledged impact on the local scene. He states: “Tony’s contribution to the local scene is understated, by being supportive of local acts, and demanding such high standards from himself in his work, other artists seem to want to win his praise. Taste, style, and elusiveness have also garnered Tony a sort of mystique, but ultimately, he is like any of us, seeking the crossroad where good music is done well.”
After Ritual Rastrero came to its conclusion in 2017, Duran collaborated with James Montenegro, RIP, on Bone Pillar and Dead Talk Back. Collaboration with Montenegro initiated Duran into the world of proper synth-based music (though it does hearken to his early days covering Soft Cell). Although COVID-19 would force a two year hiatus that effectively halted both of those projects, the desire to continue creating synth music was a flame that could not be extinguished, and Duran debuted Nervous Grave when some global normalcy returned.
As Nervous Grave, Duran has released four EPs: Cosmic Death Match (May 2022), Black Castle Fear (July 2022), Mirror of Death (June 2023), and most-recently Buried in Black (February 2024). The tracks are dark and mood, matching the dark lyrical topics such as obsession, blood, graveyard romance, dreams, decaying castles, and life and death and in between, the typical lamentations of a lonely (and horny) vampire in a decaying gothic chateau.
In “Magyc Beings” from Buried in Black and “Crystal Power Castle” from Black Castle Fear, Duran uses technology to camouflage his voice as a female voice, adding an alternate perspective to his darkness-obsessed world. The entity known as “Jett” creates a discourse within the Nervous Grave universe, much like Prince did in the 1980s. Duran’s own singing style is reminiscent of the stylings and flourishes of Rozz Williams or Billy Corgan, strong and controlled, visceral when appropriate, and seductive as needed.
What’s most exciting about Nervous Grave, Duran’s first proper dark wave band, is that rather than wallow (like Joy Division), or present an aggressive front (like Bauhaus), his songs are fun, allowing thumping synths to match the tone of the lyrics, a world where the dance floor is the only refuge for a freaky misfit. On “Paradise Garage 1999,” Duran sings: “Why waste my time with tears in my room / I need a taste of that midnight groove lived on the dancefloor, / my heaven give me the beat, / my possession glitter kiss dreams on a disco floor.” A similar ethos of dancing as a solution to isolation and estrangement links all of the Nervous Grave releases. These first releases feature ominous synth-pop with lyrics about graveyards, tolling bells, decay, and nightmares. It’s an interesting juxtaposition, one that works extremely well. What adds idiosyncrasy is the influence of wrestling on Nervous Grave. Snippets/samples of wrestler speeches or taunts are featured on tracks on “Hostile City 3a.m” and “Violent Beauty.” This attribute makes the songs unique and recalls what early like-minded post-punk artists Skinny Puppy and Cabaret Voltaire have previously done with war speeches and propaganda. Recently, Duran has announced the release of Strychnine Tonic, a 5 song EP featuring 3 new songs and 2 live tracks, so we’re hoping Nervous Grave will return to the stage soon, either solo or with Josh Garcia, his live backup, or with a full band. Either way, we are eagerly anticipating his return, like a revenant, for surely he will. You can’t keep a good ghoul down.
June 11, 2025
Hailing out of Orange County, CA, Sweet Revenge, dubbed the “world’s only My Chemical Romance tribute band,” took the stage at Pomona’s Flyway Bar & Nightclub on Friday 6/6/25 to perform the New Jersey emo-punk band’s renowned albums Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge and The Black Parade. The band, dressed to mirror/match each respective album: in all black marching band suits for The Black Parade; and in ties and coats for Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge, sounded polished and precise, doing an excellent job at recreating the intricate songs by Gerard Way and co. Hot off the heels of MCR’s Three Cheers reissue, Sweet Revenge performed exceptionally well, satiating many enthusiastic fans in anticipation of MCR’s summer tour, which includes a stop at Dodger Stadium on July 26th and 27th.
The band played their first show as MCR on 3/3/23 and is comprised of Aaron on lead vocals, Dominic on bass, Michael on lead guitar, Andrew on rhythm guitar, and Andre on drums. Most notably, Sweet Revenge accomplished what their suzerain has not: play Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge in a full-album run through. Fans of MCR have to wonder why the band has not delivered a full-album play through like Sweet Revenge did, which is a notable achievement because the 13 songs on the original album are not exactly a walk in the park: they are fast and often unrelenting, especially the riff mountain that is “Thank You For the Venom.” Luckily, lead guitarist Michael has the riffs on lockdown, even adding some personal flourishes by looping the riffs at the song’s conclusion. Further, Sweet Revenge accomplished what MCR only recently achieved: performing The Black Parade in full. Most impressive was the band’s timeliness, beginning right at the scheduled time, playing 2006’s The Black Parade (including the hidden track “Blood”), plus treating the audience to “Na Na Na” from Danger Days, before taking a 30 minute break to change outfits, and returning with Three Cheers. Sweet Revenge, however, was not quite finished after faithfully performing the 2004 breakthrough album, and they followed up this unprecedented full album run through with two songs from MCR’s first album (I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love), “Demolition Lovers” and “Vampires Will Never Hurt You.” Still, the band was not finished, and they ended their set with “Vampire Money” off Danger Days.
What Sweet Revenge accomplished on Friday was nothing short of Herculean, a tremendous assignment. What makes it more significant is that the band sounded good: the solos, the fills, the gestures, they were all present and accounted for, without hiccups or reservations. Do not miss your chance to catch Sweet Revenge, the world’s only My Chemical Romance tribute band, performing next on 6/21/25 at Knucklehead Hollywood, home to Club Rockit, among other like-minded events.
Photos: Noe Guillen, @destroyredefine
6-10-25
TBT Photos from Club Rock It! at Knucklehead Hollywood.
On Oct 7, 2023, we visited Club Rockit in Hollywood, where the DJ played a healthy mix of 80s hits, which we compiled on Apple Music here.
It’s a decent, no frills, venue with a large outdoor smoking patio, and a second dance floor on an adjacent outside patio. The inside stage and dance floor is directly by the club’s entrance, and the bathroom is somewhat behind the stage. It’s an awkward setup (especially if you need to visit the powder room while a band is playing), but it seems to work.
Knucklehead is a classic punk club (the tagging and stickers everywhere in the restroom and elsewhere can attest) and thus, fittingly, has punk/hardcore bands play the venue frequently, including this Thursday, June 12th, 2025, when our friends the Los Angeles-based Spirit in the Room will bring their sleazy, noisy punk sound to tear down the walls.
Don’t miss Spirit in the Room this Thursday and stay tuned for a full feature and interview with the band!
6-6-2025
The new Turnstile arrives with much celebration and fanfare but at its core the album is lackluster and devoid of substance, promising much and looking/sounding glossy, but never delivering substantial songs or songwriting. The album is successful at creating punchiness, moments for uninhibited headbanging and stage diving (as on “Dull” and “Sunshower”), rather than being on the cutting edge, as they were on Glow On, often throwing many different ideas together, but leaving listeners disappointed and frustrated to discover they don’t work or are simply “dull.”
The most obvious problem with this album is that it seems to lack cohesion and the sequencing seems haphazard. From one song to the next, we go from 0 to 60 mph without any warning, or without reason, like in the transition from “Dull” to “Sunshower,” and from “Seein’ Stars” to “Birds.” And further, what connection does the “Birds” intro have to the actual song? When the band has nowhere to go, they seem to default to fast songs for the sake of fast songs. One of the most interesting songs seems to be “Time is Happening.” Unfortunately, the song, like most of the tracks on Never Enough, never goes anywhere, and seems half-baked. Additionally, what also detracts from this song, and much of the album, is the lack of lyrical inventiveness. Singer Brendan Yates never struck me as the type of poet/lyrical genius that the genre ordinarily produces: he is not exactly Wesley Eisold or Pete Wentz: a turn of phrase hasn’t ever been his specialty, leaving listeners to ask “what are these songs even about?” Are the lyrics even saying anything meaningful or significant? Unfortunately, all roads point to no. The songs seem to be confessional, but I get nothing from them. For example, what exactly is “Birds” about? I don’t think there’s any point in trying to unravel the song meanings, for there might not be anything to unravel when the singer is often navel-gazing (cf. “Magic Man”).
Further, there seems to be no common thread between the songs, and no theme or stories within the songs either, just words on a page, anonymous and arbitrary, just vocals for the kids to freak out to or chant along to here and there. For example, what exactly is “light design"? Moreover, many moments on Never Enough feel like he’s going for a Brandon Boyd-type level of depth which just ends up being dull, repeating phrases because he has nothing to say (e.g. “seein’ stars”). Never Enough is just a bunch of new Turnstile songs, never feeling like an “album” because of some of the arbitrary song endings, like on “Sunshower” which never really goes anywhere and pulls the album in different directions (even if some of them are interesting as I mention below). Throughout my repeated listens, I often found myself asking, to quote Lorde, ”what was that?”
Additionally, the riffs on this album are weak, and dare I say, “entry level,” which is fitting since the band is already massive and appealing to audiences of all ages, and bands tend to get watered down as they get bigger (e.g. Weezer, Metallica), but I think listeners came here wanting more, and perhaps that’s where the album title comes from. Still, many sentiments or notes on Never Enough feel heard before. The songs are not technically proficient, and instead of a carefully curated vibe, Never Enough feels like the party is over, and these songs are just the ones that stuck around because they had nowhere else to go. The creativity and originality omnipresent on 2021’s Glow On is absent here. There are some interesting synths on “I Care,” but the attempt to insert, um, trumpet on “Dreaming” is more annoying than interesting. And the solos on “Seein’ Stars” and “Never Enough” feel unimaginative, forced, and arbitrary.
To the album’s credit, there are some interesting segues between songs, like at the end of “Never Enough,” “Look Out For Me,” and “Dull.” "LOOK OUT FOR ME" (the songs are actually stylized in all capitals) is actually a standout track. In fact, if Brendan Yates went solo and produced songs in this vein (and like "Ceiling"), he might be wildly successful. Something tells me this might be the next move for him, as there seems to be somewhat of a “swan song” feeling to the penultimate track “Time is Happening” and the final one “Magic Man” as well, with the latter creating a sort of circle as it coalesces with the intro track “Never Enough,” which arguably works quite well.
I’m sure the album will resonate with many people, as there are some climactic moments (like on “Sole”) that are designed to be played and enjoyed live. But with so many starts and stops, and gear shifts, it’s hard to tell what kind of experience the album is intended to soundtrack. 6/10
Deluxe Edition of Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge Arrives as an Unnecessary 2LP
20 years after its initial release, Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge, My Chemical Romance’s second album and commercial breakthrough, is finally being re-released with new mixes and new artwork, but once the initial excitement subsides, listeners are pleased with the music, yet left confused and dissatisfied with the packaging.
The new mixes, to be sure, are excellent, with lots of new ear candy, and subtle variations and emphasis on certain vocal points that are reminders of why fans love the band and Gerard Way’s voice. There’s a certain flair and attitude that Gerard used on the album (which is highlighted/accentuated on these new mixes): he was always artfully articulating or emphasizing certain syllables, or punches, foreshadowing the superstardom that awaited the band, primarily because of Gerard Way’s unique delivery. These new mixes present a fresh opportunity to encounter the band, almost like hearing the album again for the first time, which any teenager present at the original release can attest was a life-changing moment.
Though the album pulls in many different directions, there is a cohesiveness, an aesthetic, an approach, that molds the album together, creating a unique cultural moment, for which it is difficult to find another parallel. The new mixes result in the 2025 Three Cheers sounding even more demented than the original, but unfortunately, this “deluxe” edition of the album is deceptive and cunning. I admit that in my excitement at the announcement of the opportunity to own the album on vinyl, I “smashed” the order button on Brooklyn Vegan. However, today, revisiting the order page, I can see it was all there: all spelled out in black and white. The re-issue was a 2LP with the album on sides 1 and 2, and side 3 was four (!) live songs, and side 4 had no audio, just an etching, which is baffling, because if the new mixes of the album had not been so rewarding, this could be known as the swindle of the century, a criminal profligacy. Nothing on side 4? How wasteful. Looking at the “deluxe” edition of The Black Parade, we see b-sides and demos, but no such treats for Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge. Why?
Further, considering the mediocrity of the live four live tracks that are included, listeners feel exploited. The articulation that makes Gerard Way so great is overblown (he’s oversinging) on these live studio tracks, at times his voice cracks, & there are many unexpected adlibs thrown in along the way, not to mention the infamous inferior backing vocals from Ray Toro, which renders the 4 live tracks immediately dismissable, not exactly worth revisiting. IF perhaps the band had provided the ENTIRE album live, instead of only four tracks, and perhaps a session from anywhere except the one provided (the “BBC Radio 1 Lock Up”), and perhaps offered the songs in order (the live tracks are arbitrarily sequenced), then this 2LP would be acceptable. As it stands, however, I am left with bitter distaste at the wasted potential for the 2LP. It didn’t need to be a 2LP. Was this only a cash grab? Perhaps the 2nd disc can be employed as a coaster or frisbee, but it shall touch the record player nevermore.
5-30-25
Revisiting the discography of one of the most fun and unique bands from the early 2000s, the dance-noise band from Rhode Island, The Chinese Stars (RIP). Check out this track titled "Girls of Las Vegas" from their first full-length album A Rare Sensation (2004). The Chinese Stars featured members ex-Arab on Radar, and, afterward, Psychic Graveyard, whom we have previously written about, and released two albums on Three One G records. For fans of Gang of Four, Q and Not U, Moving Units, and, um, a couple San Diego bands.
A scene from Hurry Up Tomorrow that appears to be shot outside Los Angeles Public Library Central Library.
5-25-25
Hurry Up Tomorrow, the new movie starring The Weeknd (Abel Tesfaye) (or does it star Abel Tesfaye playing The Weeknd?) and Jenna Ortega, a companion movie to a Weekend album with the same name opened this weekend to tell the story of a famous singer struggling with personal and professional obstacles, meeting a mysterious fan, and descending into a nightmare weekend. The practice of an artist releasing an album and a companion movie is not unfamiliar, as seen with Prince, The Beatles, and more. As a result, it blurs the line between the artist/actor (is he playing himself in the movie, or is he also playing a part when he’s performing on stage), and re-animates the quandaries we’ve wrestled with since the modern advent of celebrities, theater, and performance: Does life imitate art or art imitate life? Are we really all actors and the entire world is a stage? Although the film is slightly humorous (perhaps without intention), and the acting, plot, and script are slightly clumsy, the music is excellent, and the visuals are impressive, redeeming Tesfaye’s screen career after last year’s disastrous HBO Max series The Idol, and cementing the legacy of his music career.
The film itself opens with an extreme closeup of Tesfaye’s eye, suggesting we are entering his indulgent perspective and should be prepared to see things as he sees them. Thus, viewers are given a unique perspective into the traps of fame, the challenges of celebrity, the pressures to perform at high-capacity. It’s easy to laugh off these trappings as “rich kid problems/first world problems/celebrity struggles” but the glimpse into Tesfaye’s world is illuminating because it illustrates the physical, mental, and emotional strength that is required to be a world-class pop star. As a result, the character in the movie (whether it’s Tesfaye or Weekend) is permitted the space to indulge in behavior that is becoming of such a superstar. For example, at one point in the movie he shouts, “I’m an icon!”, which was surely cathartic for Tesfaye. Since Hurry Up Tomorrow is Tesfaye’s feature film debut, it’s appropriate to forgive some awkward moments, such as pauses and closeups, that are intended to communicate feelings and reactions. However, some of the expressions that Tesfaye provides are awkward or comedic (often both), which is perhaps the actor offering tongue-in-cheek commentary. After all, the moment after the zoom out from the eye in the opening shot is followed by the actor blowing raspberries into the camera, which begs the question, how serious is this movie (Purple Rain famously raises similar quandaries)? The production of the movie is professional and befitting to a feature-length, but the plot, editing, script, and acting are often clumsy. Still, it redeems Tesfaye from the disaster that was The Idol and offers a different side of problematic celebrity musicians, attempting to humanize their struggles, which Hurry Up Tomorrow largely succeeds at.
The plot centers around Tesfaye’s personal issues affecting his stage persona, and we see him on the phone with a mysterious, ex-lover, a situation that haunts and ravages Tesfaye’s psyche throughout the movie. It is a reminder that perhaps our beloved pop idols deal with relationship issues in the same way that civilians do, illustrating the dangers of loving too much, of toxic dependency. In fact, both Tesfaye and Ortega are characters that are dealing with irrational responses to relationship troubles. For example, Ortega torches not one but two lodgings in the movie, raising the issue of the importance of being mature, rational, and having balance/harmony in relationships. But we live in a world of extremes, of pushing limits, of indulgence, where intensity and burning passion are the only currencies that our 21st-century social-media obsessed love will accept. Tesfaye and Ortega highlight the toll that this attitude has on mental health (and hotels/houses). The film also interestingly raises the issue of the madness that can consume fans (and artists) in their symbiotic relationship/dependency, as seen in the tragedies where artists are murdered by their fans/close relations (John Lennon, Marvin Gaye, Selena), showcasing the additional perils and vulnerability that affect famous people.
Moreover, there are some interesting visual moments, such as when we enter the long tunnels and hallways in Tesfaye’s mind as he enters/returns from an unconscious state, but some cuts/edits are awkward or shocking. For example, presenting a horrifying splice to perhaps illustrate the horrors the character is facing sometimes catches the viewer off guard and can be off-putting whenever it occurs, even if the intent is clear–as if the confusion the character faces mirrors the discomposure in the film and for the viewer. Further, some of the dialogue is awkward and ill-timed, which adds to demerits for the film. These flaws may prevent the film from being a critical darling, but fans of The Weeknd are here to see/hear the artist.
Appropriately, the most redeeming aspect of the film is the music. The companion album’s interweaving into the plot and film benefits the film with great timing, complimenting the film’s high and low points quite nicely. There is a moment when the “meta” aspect of this project reaches its most self-aware and critically interesting: when Ortega hovers over a tied up Tesfaye and she deconstructs his popular songs. On the verge of untimely demise at the hands of his deranged fan, Tesfaye defiantly refuses to name the subject of his songs, or expound on their meaning, or critique Ortega’s critique. Instead, he belts out a beautiful acapella, which for non-fans may have been the point of conversion; and for fans, they were reminded of why they appreciate Tesfaye/The Weeknd. It is the high point of a chaotic, stressful, and trial-filled day (weekend?). The next time we see Tesfaye, we are looking at him look at himself in a mirror, a final commentary on the movie, even as it leaves much unresolved. Where does The Weeknd end/Tesfaye begin? Has the division ceased? Is a split possible? And is the celebrity and fame worth the loss of identity (and the bloodshed and loss that was endured?). Were the events in the movie, the authentic encounter with gasoline (a motif in the film), for example, what the character craved/needed to re-center himself and pull ahead of his personal demons (and external ones)? Ideally, the character moves on from his toxic relationship and the use of metaphor, now that he has been face to face with an existential physical threat.
While the film does not answer the above questions, it’s safe to say The Weeknd is a warrior. And these struggles go with the territory, and everything is going to be ok. Sometimes all we need is a little brush with death to get some perspective and exorcise some demons. Hurry Up Tomorrow is not exactly as structurally and technically cohesive as Purple Rain, but it enters the canon of music films while solidifying (did it need any solidification?) The Weeknd’s epic career.
I listened to the Hurry Up Tomorrow album while I wrote this review. One hour and 25 minutes later, my review is finished, so is the album. It is an excellent album, the first Weeknd album I hear all the way through. It is an impressive and eclectic set of songs that complement the film nicely. Check out the album and the movie in theaters–both out now.
2.8/4 stars
Bad Bunny’s New Album is a Linguistically-Educational and Danceable Political Project
2-15-25
The new album by Bad Bunny explodes with energy on impact, upon the first few seconds, and it does not end until the album’s conclusion one hour later, during which his signature sound blending various genres, styles, languages is amplified and expanded. With its unique brand of Spanish, and blend of reggaeton and salsa, and heartfelt personal and political commentary, DeBÍ TiRAR MáS FOToS has Album of the Year potential.
As expected, Bad Bunny presents a fun, interesting, and rewarding listen with his first album in two years: whether he’s playing salsa, reggaeton, or electro, it’s always surprising and pulsating. On DeBÍ TiRAR MáS FOToS, Bad Bunny raps, sings, and croons about his usual boiler-plate topics, such as love, lust, and hopeless romance; however, the tracks on his latest offering are tinged in melancholy when it comes to regret and loss, but also when addressing subjects like home, and nostalgia, in addition to the history and current situation of his native Puerto Rico.
Whereas on previous albums Bad Bunny only tipped his hat to political history, geography, and musical influences, here his indebtedness to the historical is at the center, and his blending of classic salsa and Puerto Rican history and language is multi-faceted and multipurpose. Further, whereas the political was only subtly hinted at on previous albums–for example, calling out the power shutdowns and consolidation of power in Puerto Rico on songs like “El Apagón”--here, the political moments are interwoven and more recurrent, with the singer addressing topics like gentrification, exploitation, and the country’s power outages, getting more artful and surprising as each track propels the listener through a varied and eclectic album that never gets repetitive or tired.
Bad Bunny keeps the listener interested with his creative wordplay and puns, sometimes in a cheeky way, such as on “Pitorro de Coco” where he says “Tú ere’ mala, te fuiste como la luz,” which translates to “you are mean, you left like the power.” Whether he’s conflating a romantic partner and the electricity or promoting the imperative to grip your heritage tightly, an act which he leads by example, the political moment is a recurrent theme, since, after all, it is a real concern for many Puertro Ricans still reeling from the aftermath of destructive hurricanes and a failing power grid that has come under scrutiny for privatization. Additionally, as we all know, the personal is political. Therefore his reliance on classic salsa styles and instrumentation on songs like “NUEVAYoL” and “CAFé CON RON” and the title track “DtMF” reveals his sly and creative agenda. In fact, whereas on his breakthrough Un Verano Sin Ti listeners found the singer employing an electronic dembow beat on most songs except 2-3, here, the inverse is true: the dembow is present only on 2-3 songs, and the remainder focus on a sound reminiscent of Los Fania Records artists like Johnny Pacheco, Fania All Stars, Héctor Lavoe, and Willie Colón, the founding fathers of salsa. Further, what seems to be a common practice with El Conejo Malo, another nickname, is handing over the mic to other artists, a practice which he has previously embraced countless times. However, here the topics are less egotistic (for example, he’s not proclaiming he’s the greatest star on the planet, or the male-version of Madonna, like on 2022’s nadie sabe lo que va a pasar mañana; but to his credit, on this album he proves those statements). Though there are moments of bravado on the album, in 2025, Bad Bunny is more concerned with community, culture, demographic and their relation to geography, history, tradition. As a result, the songs that embrace the classic salsa sound also bring it with big choruses for backup singers, suggesting the song’s message is a group effort. His use of choruses and organic sounds, like congas and bongos, makes the album a more communal effort. In this respect, DeBÍ TiRAR MáS FOToS can be seen as Puerto Rico itself speaking to the world. Consider the album artwork which features two lawn chairs abandoned in front of a banana tree, thereby begging the question: where are the people? With the specter of generations of Puerto Ricans departing the island as a result of untenable living conditions, the possibility remains that the picture with absent citizens could become reality. Bad Bunny seems to be rounding up the neighborhood and giving them the mic. On this view, DBTF is an amalgamation of Puerto Rico, the voices, the culture, the language, the people.
Speaking of the Spanish on the album, the language is linguistically educational for the uninformed. For example, as someone who has never formally studied Spanish, I was surprised to see the linguistic flourishes and deviations in Bad Bunny’s Spanish. For example, he tends to drop the ‘r’ when it appears at the end or in the middle of a word. The result is that words like “Nueva York” and “porqué” are pronounced like “Nueva Yol” and “polqué.” This use of regional Puerto Rican Spanish tends to heighten the authenticity and legitimacy of the album, much like Mark Twain did with The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. Embracing the organically-grown urban dialect of Puerto Rico, without worrying about tempering the language or impact (even naming the songs in an accented and stylized way) is an act that itself might be interpreted as political, too, rejecting the propriety and decorum of academic Spanish, and the language of the conqueror, and instead employing the “inappropriate way of talking,” and taking it worldwide, rejecting the policing and limits of the academy and grammarians.
Additionally, many non-traditional words like “envejecer” (“Baile Inolvidable”) are used on the album, which makes the album an educational opportunity for native-Spanish speakers and non-native Spanish speakers. With DeBÍ TiRAR MáS FOToS, Bad Bunny is instructing and delighting the masses, and he hearkens back to classic salsa elements to highlight his inheritance and his torch-bearing for Latin music worldwide. As a result, he speaks for and to the Spanish diaspora. Aware of his platform, on “Lo Que Le Paso a Hawaii” (what happened to Hawaii), San Benito (as he is known colloquially) advises his listeners, “no dejes que te pase lo que le paso a Hawaii” (don’t let what happened to Hawaii happen to you). Here, Benito essentially advises listeners, “don’t let the carpetbaggers capitalize on your misfortunes and expel you from your native lands.” Gentrification is a real threat to many victims of natural (or man-made) disasters. In this respect, Benito, then, is speaking to and for all oppressed people fighting against an imposing regime, wherever and whenever it may occur, Hispanic or otherwise. The epic, yet sentimental, track is a timely meditation on the threat of expulsion, of extraction, of removal, of colonization that is still ongoing. “Do not let go of your spirit and the love of your land,” he advises. A powerful and mature statement that is one of the many highlights on this early contender for Album of the Year.
Blink 182 Delivers with the Surprisingly Solid One More Time
11-22-23 When Blink 182 announced the reunion of the original lineup and surprise released the song/video for "Edging," I tried to not get too excited because I didn't want to be disappointed if/when the album failed to deliver, but surprisingly the album is solid and does not disappoint: One More Time maintains the Blink spirit while expanding their sound in new, exciting directions, like on "Blink Wave" "Bad News," "Turpentine," "Other Side," and "Cut Me Off" (the latter a product of the re-release.
Exactly one year after the release of first single "Edging," the band delivered the long-awaited return-to-form album where Tom Delonge returned again to captain the punk/emo/alternative rock juggernaut. Now the album is here (and was perplexingly re-released a week after its first release with two bonus songs?), and I can convincingly say that the album delivers like Dominos Pizza (sorry). Since the album includes only two fluffer songs "Dance with Me" and "Fell in Love," which, like "Edging" are ostensibly designed to maintain connections with the Kiss.fm Wango Tango crowd, and they kept the cringey ballads ("One More Time" and "You Don't Know What You've Got") to a minimum, it's safe to say the album scores a soft landing: instead of crashing and burning, the band delivers another satisfying release that truly feels like a return to form.
To begin with, the production doesn't feel so intrusive like it did on California. While One More Time is still shiny and hi-fi, the music here sounds more palatable, and it seems like these songs didn't need to be polished and shined, and instead the songwriting here is what shines (compared to the largely unlistenable Nine), not the production--though it still sounds excellently produced, for this return to the organic form of Blink also comes with a return to organic production (even if this may be the first time that songs share songwriting credits with members outside the band, as seen on the title track): this new Blink 182 album was produced by none other than Travis Barker, a man of few words, one who may abide by the mantra that "actions speak louder than words." Here, then, with One More Time, Barker delivers a convincing oration. Although the strain of age can be heard in Tom Delonge's voice, the band sounds like they're having a great time, and songs like "Terrified" "Turpentine" and "Other Side" feature unique use of background vocals, that come to Delonge's aid when he needs it.
Fans of the heavier (and comedic) side of Blink will be happy to hear the songs "Turn This Off!" and "F**K Face," which pledge their allegiance to their roots and influences, the latter featuring guitar from Tim Armstrong (of Rancid and the Transplants, Barker's previous project).
Overall, on this reboot of Blink 182, there is something for fans of all the different sides of the band, and for an album with 18 songs, where only 4 are cringe, I would say it deserves a 82%.
The Beatles- Now and Then
11-22-23
The "new"/"last" Beatles song "Now and Then" is moody, epic, and haunting (all of which makes it immediately good), and the video is, like the song, technologically-impressive and tugs at the heartstrings, especially the time-capsule reversal and bow at the end.
“Not and Then” is brilliant feature and production by the Beatles team, Yoko, and Peter Jackson, who used AI to extract the John Lennon vocals from a damaged/unusable tape. For those wondering, AI was not actually used to create the song, only to separate the muddy Lennon vocals from the piano on a damaged tape.
This AI tool/process could open the door to a lot of vault material from any number of artists. Who knows what artists will soon, similarly, "pull a Tupac?" Tupac famously kept "releasing" music long after he had passed away. The Beatles surely were the last band I would think would release a song "using" AI, and yet knowing their history of technology and innovation, it makes sense that they are the first. Thus, the reference, going forward, for releasing music long after one's death will be termed "pulling a Beatle." Sorry. GO check out the song!
Libra Fest Recap: Sean Brown
We are overjoyed with the success of Libra Fest. So many new and old friends connected at Bart on 9-29-23. We can’t wait to see everyone at our next event, Guitarras de Furia, on 12-29-23. Here are some video clips from the evening:
Sean Brown “Worst of Me”:
Libra Fest Recap: Magia Verde:
We are overjoyed with the success of Libra Fest. So many new and old friends connected at Bart on 9-29-23. We can’t wait to see everyone at our next event, Guitarras de Furia, on 12-29-23. Here are some video clips from the evening:
Magia Verde:
Libra Fest Recap— Cálmala:
We are overjoyed with the success of Libra Fest. So many new and old friends connected at Bart on 9-29-23. We can’t wait to see everyone at our next event, Guitarras de Furia, on 12-29-23. Here are some video clips from the evening:
Cálmala:
Libra Fest Recap—Something Vague:
We are overjoyed with the success of Libra Fest. So many new and old friends connected at Bart on 9-29-23. We can’t wait to see everyone at our next event, Guitarras de Furia, on 12-29-23. Here are some video clips from the evening:
Something Vague—“I Will Melt You With My Kisses Or I Will Die Trying”: