For being a top billed Australian hip-hop group Hilltop Hoods sure felt at home on their premiere show at The Fox and their first ever visit to Colorado. The scene was packed with an ensemble of listeners, a diverse group of music lovers, stretching from young punks to veterans straight out of the old skool.

Winter ends and the grounds warm to the seeds that bring spring time.  Sowing seeds of lyrical genius into a flower of disco colors and glowing lights is the best way I can describe the Rubblebucket Chicago show at Lincoln Hall on 3/22/2012.  Growing from the opening solo act of Kellen and Me to the coastal beach rock tunes of The Growlers into the full bloomed 8 piece

Martin Sexton is a powerhouse of sound. He can easily fill a room, and every heart therein, and he don’t need no stinking band. His songwriting ability and vocal abilities come through solid on his records, but live on stage is the proper way to experience Sexton.

The status of the touring scene in the U.S. has seen quite a few changes since the “come-back” of the jam band in the early nineties.

Despite the title “Locked Down” Dr. John’s new album was released today on Nonesuch Records.  Produced by lifelong fan and Black Keys front man Dan Auerbach, this new album travels deep into the Cajun swamp and back out again.  Such reflects the life and times of Mac Rebnnack who has been putting his unique blend of funk and blues into the music world since the 60s under the alias Dr.

The transformation is complete. I now believe. All hail our extra-terrestrial overlords! The Marquee read "GWAR." It was dark when I arrived, when I took my place in the line of crust punks and metal heads stretching over fifty feet out from the box office. We who were not already inside were salivating in anticipation for the ritual blood bath to come.

This week the stage at the Boulder Theater was eclipsed by the looming shadow of a performer with a gigantic reputation, one who has been in the spotlight for over three decades.  Dressed in his signature black jeans and black tee, Henry Rollins took center stage, adopted a rocker-like stance, and firmly wielded his weapon of choice: the microphone.  Initially it was difficult hard to behold this lone veteran of guitar rock without a metal band backing him up. 

Writers need inspiration. Second to inspiration, writers need misery; at least the writers I identify with.

Montreal’s club Stereo was rocked after-hours Friday night by two of the world’s premier DJs as Joris Voorn and Nic Fanciulli let loose a five hour co-set of electric dance music.

At first listen to Jim Hanft’s debut album, Weddings Or Funerals, one can tell that the singer-songwriter raised just outside Philadelphia has a passion for intimacy.