Sure, we’ve had a bit of fun at the expense of the Brooklyn Vegan comment section in the past. But sometimes, the anonymous, indie-loving hordes over there take a break from sardonically flaunting their “insider” status and general awesomeness in favor of actually trying to be helpful. And somehow, the results are even more hilarious than usual!
Thursday night was not a good one for aggro rocker Jay Reatard: damaged equipment, overcrowded venue, rowdy assholes. So hopefully it was cathartic when he ripped the shirt off a drunk dumbass, spun him around and clocked him in the face. Damn!
We know you’re not gonna believe this, but there was nothing that wack about day three at CMJ, at least on the musical tip. So here are the three shows that entertained us most and the one that bored us right back into hating rock music, at least until a Memphis punk saved the day.
It’s tough to keep up with garage punk savant Jay Reatard– does he have some sort of ongoing bet with Bob Pollard for how many side projects a guy can have? Even so, his solo releases are a godsend, drawing upon a variety of new wave influences like the Adverts. More »
