The band heads home
The San Diego expatriates have released their debut album.
The L.A. band has its sights on San Diego.
LA’s Fitz and the Tantrums stole the show at the first annual music and beer festival.
The San Diegans play the Tin Can Alehouse this Saturday.
Three unique bands made for a San Diego night to remember.
Oh. Good. The Dead Weather are back.
The Silent Comedy’s Jeremiah Zimmerman gets chatty.
If you need a little UK folk-pop in your life, join the Club.
The Brighton duo turn up the heat with their new album.
L.A.-based Kissing Cousins, an “all female sepulchral counter-pop” band led by Heather Bray Heywood, began with a few modest EPs. Since then, they’ve had a song featured on Nip/Tuck and recorded a full-length album, Pillar of Salt. Kissing Cousins recorded Pillar live to tape—a rarity in today’s mostly digital landscape—with the help of Richard Swift. [...]
The Dead Weather – Treat Me Like Your Mother Following its premiere on Cinemax this weekend, The Dead Weather have made their new short film/music video, the Jonathan Glazer-directed Treat Me Like Your Mother, available for us internet folk. Watch Jack White and Alison Mosshart go at it like a pair of jilted Terminators, then [...]
That’s right: The Dead Weather are set to get it on with your mother on everybody’s favorite childhood soft-focus porn channel. But before you pour lye in your eyes, let me clarify: the band will be debuting their new short film Treat Me Like Your Mother on Cinemax on July 11th. Wordplay! Directed by Jonathan [...]
Your friendly neighborhood weathermen at Owl&Bear are predicting some strangeness in the air this summer. According to our satellites and advanced meteorological technology, July 14th will be partly cloudy with a slight chance of rain and a very high chance of deadness. The cause of the humidity and morbidity appears to be the impending release [...]
When I left Thursday afternoon, I felt like shit with an ungodly case of mono and, apparently, Lyme disease. I thought I might die there, but by Friday, I felt much, much better. It may be stupidly-named, but Bonnaroo apparently cures all ills.