The socio-politicking of Filter singer Richard Patrick inspires a following that digs deeper than his 1995 hit “Hey Man Nice Shot.” “[Filter’s] new tour is branded ‘Make America Hate Again,’ a nod to a certain wild-follicled hotelier burning up the Republican charts,” writes Andrew Hamlin, who had a chat with Mr. Patrick about past SD tour stops and Filter’s latest album, Crazy Eyes, in this week’s “Industrial-strength Filter” Blurt. Pretty sure the Cleveland-based band will have one eye on the Cavs’ game 2 NBA semi-final and one eye on you at House of Blues Thursday night after Orgy, Vampires Everywhere!, and Death Valley High.... Best of the rest Thursday night finds Stiff Records (Elvis Costello, Ian Dury, Nick Lowe) roster artist Wreckless Eric (“Whole Wide World”) rocking the Hideout after our own Davey Tiltwheel...Chiraq rapper Chief Keef has the mic at an all-ager at Observatory North Park behind his new disc, Bang 3...and for you electronic enthusiasts, the Acid Varsity team has a special evening planned at Kava Lounge, featuring David Scott Stone of LCD Soundsystem and Unwound.
They’re not all The Head on the Door, but since 1979, goth-pop singer/songwriter/bigwig Robert Smith and his band the Cure have never made a bad album. Y’know, for fans of the brand. And there’s something to be said for that, which isn’t a patch on the fact that the Cure owned the 1980s for moody music you could/would/sometimes still do dance to. Pop for the goth kids, goth for the pop kids, and a great big glob of lipstick to Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Kiss Me (my personal fave). The Cure rolls into Sleep Train Amphitheatre in Chula Vista after The Twilight Sad on Friday night.... Portlandians Hutch Harris and Kathy Foster garnered good press when their Thermals released the immediate We Disappear this year. Check out lead single “Hey You” on the interwebs. Supercool. The newish Saddle Creek set finds the band striking a balance between the indie-rock elder statesmen they are and the bubblegum punks they were, according to Pitchfork. I’d never call 2006’s The Body, The Blood, The Machine “Bubblegum punk,” nor would I dare call Ms. Foster an “elder statesman.” The Thermals will heat up Soda Bar after fellow Portlandians Summer Cannibals (Kill Rock Stars) and L.A.’s first lady of lo-fi Colleen Green.... Else: Ian Astbury and ’80s alt-rock radio staples the Cult take the stage at Humphrey’s by the Bay...Secretly Canadian singer/songwriter Damien Jurado brings Visions of Us on the Land to Casbah...while Jersey boy and prolific punk Patrick Stickles’s Titus Andronicus takes the all-ages stage at Ché Café after La Sera in La Jolla.
“Bermuda has a boozy island malaise on the surface of the water, while beneath the waves we’re exposed to themes of confusion, nihilism, and the notion that even with all of our technology...we are all still very lost.” That’s Mrs. Magician’s Jacob Turnbloom discussing their new John Reis–produced Swami Records record. Mrs. Magician conjures Bermuda at Soda Bar after the Sess and Keepers Saturday night...while Black Heart’s Pall Jenkins plays a solo show at the Whistle Stop...avant-jazz drummer/composer Nathan Hubbard’s Skeleton Key Orchestra celebrates the release of Furiously Dreaming (and his 40th birthday) at Bread & Salt in the Barrio...from “the bright side of the dark side,” local ghosty goth-rock sextet Dreams Made Flesh headline sets by Blood Ponies and Bit Maps at the Hideout...Chicago indie-rock act Fruit Bats land at Casbah behind this year’s Absolute Loser...and Scot rockers Frightened Rabbit scurry into Belly Up with their new Painting of a Panic Attack after Brooklyn band Caveman.
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