These guys’ album has been stuck in my head the past week or so (photos courtesy of Marc Brigante): Three clues: that’s both of them, they’re heavy but acoustic, and stationed in RI (currently). That’s Brown Bird right there, and if you couldn’t tell, well, I couldn’t either; MorganEve cut off her hair! Thank god David pointed her out to me, or I never would’ve known. Their album isn’t out until October, but if I were to take a guess, I’d say the audience liked it. And that’s putting it blandly; there was a definite mosh-pit going on during “Ragged Old Town,” and I groovedRead More →

Myself and the photographer-for-the-day, Dave “Bizarro” Cordeiro – all photos copyright him, by the way – arrived on-site early enough to get the lay of the land before all music broke loose. We stumbled across a drummer bathing in one of the sinks, and were regaled with the typical tales of the touring musician: a pinch of sleep, warnings about body odor, and the scramble to cover hundreds of miles to the next gig.I wanted to start this with a little perspective. I think every bit of pure fun should have a pound of that, lurking somewhere.But despite the untold, rather grimy side of theRead More →