This is the straight-no-chaser, honest and 'sorry, but it's true' message behind Saint Ain't - the third solo release by Rob Fetters [Raisins, Bears, Psychodots]. Fortunately for us, this message is wrapped-up nicely in a rockin' good time that allows us to enjoy the short ride we're allowed in our own hand basket.
Frank Black and John Flansburgh had a baby, and they named it Day Camp.
Rarely do I get the opportunity to see a band live BEFORE I get my hands on their recording, but I was lucky enough to share the Mainstay stage with Day Camp recently and, frankly, fell in love with what I heard. So, when I found out they were releasing their first EP, I (quite literally) dropped what I was doing and rushed out to pick it up.
With song titles like "Dead Boy," "Poison Oak," and "Devil's Weed," and the run-time is a mere 5:07, you can expect the 3-track EP Dead Boy by Pure Predication to be driving, aggressive, dark and brutal.
What the band promises is "No soundscapes here. Just pure as s**t rock n' roll." And they make good on their promises.
This week I'm breaking my usual format of covering locally-produced music, but I wouldn't do so if it weren't for a very good and noble reason.
While recently checking out the website fark.com, I discovered a story about The Runaway Hamsters , a 4-piece band of young rockers made up of siblings that include 9-year old Isabella and 8-year old triplets Abby, Gabby & Riley Keen.
The Hamsters are already gathering a lot of press across the country from such outlets as KNCI in Sacramento, CA and KTVB in their hometown of Boise, ID - if not so much for their punkish West Coast sound as for their incredibly big hearts.