Cake hop from the rockabilly stylings of “Stickshifts and Safetybelts” to the more driving rhythms/almost hip hop stylings of their hit, “The Distance.”
They interspersed new and old songs evenly. Much sweat, lovely harmonies, and powerful guitar-driven melodies capable of swooning even your dead grandmother.
For a good time, catch a Suicide Machines show ASAP. For a better time, wait a few years. They poured out a high energy rock show, five seconds at a time.
They ran through their Goth dirge classics in a blur of lights, smoke, and seductive vocals. Steele’s voice, while soothing and tranquil, was making me sleepy.
By now, you’ve heard the howls from Shakespearean purists over Luhrmann’s attempt to make the most famous love story palatable for the Tarantino generation.
The much-hyped and highly overrated North By Northwest Music and Media Conference blew into Portland this weekend. It wore out its welcome like a distant relative.