Dada's 1992 debut asks many questions, provides one answer.
On the strength of its anthemic, jangly single "Dizz Knee Land," Puzzle—the 1992 debut of Los Angeles alt-rock trio Dada—sold more than half a million units. But it was gold before it sold a single copy.
Provo-based music whiz Davey "Vid" Nelson re-examines his roots on Millennials.
I've heard of renaissance men before, and I'm pretty sure I've even seen one or two on TV. After chatting via email with Davey "Vid" Nelson, a Provo-based rocker with an old soul, I can now confidently say I've actually met one.
Southern California quartet keeps it real.
While Dawes hasn't necessarily distanced themselves from that vintage description, they haven't stopped there, either.
Guitar virtuoso Eric Johnson gets a spark out of playing acoustic—and piano.
Ever since his breakthrough third album, Ah Via Musicom (Capitol, 1990), Austin, Texas, guitarist Eric Johnson has been a widely admired guitar hero. From the start, he wedded dazzling technique to a strong melodic sense, gaining a reputation as a guitarist's guitarist along the way.
Live looper Simply B rediscovers band life with SuperBubble.
Musicians' practice spaces can be messy. So when you walk into one—especially one inhabited by a guy who goes by "B"—you're not prepared for a harmonious collision of obsessive-compulsiveness and feng shui.
Moab folksinger and train troubadour Gigi Love brings the reality of climate change to Trump's front door.
Despite the state's important role in the U.S. National Park Service, it's also home to Rep. Rob Bishop, one of the park service's most vehement opponents. This apparent juxtaposition makes it all the more poetic that a Moab-based singer/songwriter like Gigi Love would dedicate her most recent album to our country's national parks—and take that dedication straight to Trump Tower's front stoop.
On the mystery of Norway's most notorious black metal band, Mayhem.
If email interviews were a game, I'd be kicking Attila Csihar's ass by a score of 562-124 words. Not that you should expect most black metal musicians—who trade on a certain austerity—to be chatty.
Horn funk band Analog Son collabs with their idols on Black Diamond.
"Does it make you want to move? Does it make your upper lip curl up?" Fairman asks in a telephone interview. "For me it's how it makes you feel."
Cherrypicking the music-related offerings of the 2017 Sundance Music Festival.
The year 2017, known in the days of Trumplandia as the Final One, has all that ... but no bag of chips. Here are City Weekly's picks, plus some other stuff.
From new romantic to tireless journeyman, Midge Ure stays true to his singular stance.
Having originally made his mark as part of Britain's so-called New Romantic movement from the mid-'70s to the early '80s, he played a key role in a number of iconic musical outfits.
Songwriter Sam Smith returns with two bands, two albums and no filter.
"Whiskey," from the Samuel Smith Band's 2011 EP, starts with a fat kick drum and a simple, dirty blues riff echoed down low by the bass, and another guitar harmonizing in spots before it hits a fat groove, a nasty, burning slide guitar lick and gritty-reedy-raspy vocals. In a word, it's raw.
Singer-songwriter Sarah Anne DeGraw means business.
Neither smiling nor scowling, she wears a long black coat and matching bowler hat.
After one band cancels, three bands more than make up for it.
Anticipation tempers the tension accompanying a looming late-night deadline.
City Weekly music writers reflect on the best and worst of 2016 in 250 words or less.
Ubiquitous, obligatory, pedantic and rote, the year-end wrap-up piece is also a wank. All year long, music critics foist our opinions upon you, the readers.
Local musicians and non-musicians prepare for the fifth edition of Diabolical Records' Bandemonium.
Adam Tye said that the Bandemonium drawing would be uneventful. Yet, Diabolical Records is fairly cramped ...