The plot is thin (Barbarella crash lands in her search for the illustrious scientist and then proceeds to bone just about everyone and everything she comes across), as are the costumes, and there is no denying how goofy the whole thing feels. But, even a billion years later, the impact is undeniable.
A couple weeks back I was toiling away at a Warehouse 21 concert and thinking to myself how this town could use more young bands to dilute some of the old bastard energy around town. When four-piece rock act Venus and the Lion took the stage I didn’t think twice…until they started their set.
Mardi Gras. Fat Tuesday. Carnival Season. Call it what you want; the year’s biggest celebration of food, drink and depravity is a fantastic excuse to go nuts, drink some fineass drinks and hand out beads in exchange for…well, you know.
They’ve been kicking ass at private parties, winning a 2013 New Mexico Music Award for best R&B song with “Makin’ Love in Outerspace,” appearing at gatherings like the After Hours Alliance Festival and slowly but surely writing originals that have yet to be unleashed upon the public—they’re funk act The Sticky, and they rule the land.
It can be tricky to operate as a bluesy two-piece rock act without drawing comparison to either Black Keys or White Stripes, but if anyone can do it it’s Albuquerque’s The Lymbs. In fact, Jeff Bell and Gage Bickerstaff prove there is still plenty of room for innovation in a subgenre that was beginning to feel sorta tired.
Just to show everyone that I don’t hang around looking in a hand mirror thinking I’m hot shit, I decided to give the Santa Fe music community a voice against me. Sort of. I’m sorry to speak for you, friends, it’s just well, I have a column and you don’t, so… Here are the top five annoying things music writers say to local musicians.
If the couples around you flaunt their love in what you’re sure is overcompensation of the highest degree and your love of Gin Blossoms explodes into a full-on obsession, it can only mean one thing—Valentine’s Day.
Dance club/gay-ish bar/DJ haven Rouge Cat quietly ceased business last week. Many within the music community are left to face yet another round of questions like, Why is it so difficult for a venue to operate in a town where everyone constantly bemoans the lack of nighttime activity?