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Monday, July 30, 2012

Lonely writer dreams up his dream woman

A male artist who imagines an ideal woman and brings her to life?
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Milwaukee trio Fahri's song “Lazy Fruit” begins in defiance of its own title. With its rolling drumbeat and poppy guitars, it expels an air of delicious nervousness—the kind of thrills that come from campy horror movies, grade-school...
Thursday, Sept. 18, 2008

Tonight @ the UWM Gasthaus - 8 p.m.

Despite what their moniker promises, The Scotland Yard Gospel Choir, which plays an 8 p.m. show tonight at the UWM Gasthaus, isn't from Scotland; they don't play gospel; and, for that matter, they're not a choir. They're a Chicago co-ed indie pop ensemble with a warm, dreamy sound and the requisite allegiance to Belle & Sebastian...
Friday, Aug. 29, 2008

Tonight @ the Cactus Club - 10 p.m.

Once coldly dismissed as yet another Promise Ring side project, local indie-rockers Maritime have picked up a well-deserved following over the years, as their records became better, their live shows stronger and their pop sensibilities tighter. Last year they released their finest record yet, the tuneful, peppy Heresy and the . . .
Wednesday, Aug. 20, 2008
Mark Waldoch had saved up the necessary money, prepared himself emotionally to leave behind Milwaukee, his home of 15 years, and was ready to start a new life in New York. What he hadn't planned on, though, was developing a kidney stone the size of a golf ball shortly after his arrival. "I was in and out of the hospital for two months, put under anesthesia and all that," Waldoch shudders. "It was rough. I mean, talk about insane, they put a laser up my wang to blow up the kidney stone. I had to wear a catheter." With no health insurance to fall back on, Waldoch quickly exhausted his savings. In considerable debt, he returned to Milwaukee . . .
Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Lookout Mountain, Lookout Sea (Drag City)

David Berman’s latest is an album where the sleeve art outshines the record itself. Think of your most hated prog album (is it Yes’ Topographic Oceans? I bet it’s Yes’ Topographic Oceans) and you’ll get the picture. A beautiful sepia-tone painting depicting Babar (that’s right; the beloved elephant) amidst jagged rocks . . .
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
The band name We’rewolves resulted from a misunderstanding between the group’s members, Eliah Koerner (vocals, keyboard), Dan Perlstein (drums) and Ryan “Smitty” Smith (bass). “I said, ‘Let’s call ourselves The Vampires,’” Perlstein recalled. “And Smitty said, ‘How about werewolves?’ and I thought he said ‘we’rewolves,’ like ‘we are wolves.’” The contraction was subsequently expanded into a song in which the group chants “We are all wolves!” over and over. I interviewed the band before a recent show at Mad Planet. It was raining, and they stood huddled under . . .
Friday, May 23, 2008

Tonight @ Turner Hall Ballroom - 8 p.m.

The perennially popular indie-rock band Rilo Kiley continues their spring tour tonight with their first appearance at the Pabst Theater tonight at 8 p.m. Since releasing their major-label debut last year, the band’s profile has been on the rise, but outside projects, tensions in the band and the rising stardom of singer . . .
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
For every band that finds wealth, stardom and happiness after signing to a major label, there are countless others crushed by the experience. Rilo Kiley doesn’t quite fall into either camp, guitarist Blake Sennett explains. The band’s tenure on Warner Bros. has been pleasant enough—marked by friendly, helpful people and devoid of interference from calculating executives or other horrors—but, Sennett concedes, “In ways, we probably shouldn’t have made the leap to a major label. “It seemed like the next natural step, something we had to do to reach people, but I think it was probably a miscue,” Sennett adds. “I’m not going to say it was a mistake, but I’m not going to say it was … well, the opposite of a mistake.”
Thursday, May 8, 2008

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

Of all the things I admire about Tegan and Sara—and, to be sure, after the duo’s charged 2007 album The Con, there’s plenty I admire about Tegan and Sara—I’m most awed by how they condense lofty sentiments and grand arrangements into such tiny songs. Most songs on The Con clock under three minutes, and not a single track cracks three-and-a-half. The Con’s songs are nervy and short—Ramones short, even—but where The Ramones largely limited their between-song banter to “1, 2, 3, 4,” the Quinn sisters get chatty . . .