Ol' Tony Bones and crew ain't making a reviewers job easy with Viva Le Vox's latest, “Dirt For Sale.” The boys should be applauded for establishing a Frankenstein sound, a conglomeration of ragtime, jazz and punk. This is what makes reviewing it so difficult, as nailing down a reference point to form a basis of comparison in order to give the reader a sense of the sound without using the sense of hearing. Certainly lines of delineation can be found, but they become skewed and cloaked behind some other element in the songs that the connect because. The easiest comparison to make would...
Dolly Rocker Ragdoll I caught this dude’s show at the Buzzbin Last Friday Concert in July and was completely (and pleasantly) stunned to find out that someone from Canton is delivering such oozing, primal and bizarre blues-punk music. Onstage Dolly Rocker Ragdoll is a crazy mess of bright pink hair and vintage black clothes that accentuates his graveyard pallor. Banging away on a sweet-ass old Kay guitar and running it through a strange network of amps and ancient reverb, his music is primitive, noisy and spooky, reminding me of the whacked-out psychobilly of early Cramps and the fe...
Upon first impression the Bonnaroo complex looks like a giant carnival surrounded by a hippie-shanty commune. After spending nearly a week there it becomes clear that is exactly what it is. A giant four-day gypsy party attended by 100,000 people, a heavy majority of which are getting completely out of their minds on whatever kicks they're into. All of it scored by plethora of amazing bands that would satiate any musical pallet. The music being the main purpose for the festival it is no surprise that the line up was intense. The big surprise is the variety that is booked. Lorett...
By Red Eyed Pirate They hail from Belgium, the country of Stella Artois and those tasty little waffles, but don’t be fooled folks. Cloon is more twisted and sadistic than Rasputin raping nuns in a preschool. Cloon’s self-titled debut is an eclectic mixtures of dirty guitar riffs, hellish bass lines and dank vocals that leave the listener wondering why these guys haven’t made it big on the rock scene already. They are a fucking talented foursome. Cloon’s opening track, “Non Believer,” begins with this bouncy, perusing bass line that sets the tone for the album. It’s a playfu...
