Latest Jason Bracelin Stories
By Jason Bracelin Her voice shot through the shadows, like a match struck in a dark room. It was thick with emotion, yet resolute, a velvet glove wrapped around a clenched fist.
review-journal Review-Journal music critic Jason Bracelin and feature writer Corey Levitan received national first-place awards in the 2008 Excellence-in-Feature-Writing Competition sponsored by the American Association of Sunday and Feature Editors.
By Jason Bracelin Rage-addled metalheads, rap cutups and, uh, Wayne Brady lead the way in this month's roundup of Vegas releases.
By Jason Bracelin It began with a series of high fives in a dark room, delivered by a group of dudes beaming like teen boys after one of them had just lost his virginity. And in a way, a seal had been broken.
By Jason Bracelin They call themselves facilitators, not promoters. There's a difference, you know. "I try to make that clear to everybody," Thirry Harlin says between bites of his lunch at The Strip Sandwich Shop on a recent Tuesday afternoon.
By Jason Bracelin Do they make Kevlar boots? If not, someone ought to fashion a couple hundred pairs and send them to the various music industry powers that be, for once again, they're shooting themselves in the feet. This time, it's over Internet broadcasting.
By Jason Bracelin The pickets never seem to relent, and neither does the heat. Outside the Wal-Mart on East Lake Mead Drive they march - day in, day out, sometimes in 115 degree temperatures - protesting the hiring of nonunion workers to build the store.
By Jason Bracelin By JASON BRACELIN REVIEW-JOURNAL The Yeller Bellies' hellacious, 100-proof foot stomp is more fun than an open bar. Well, almost. Singer/mandolinist Rob "Yeller" Bell sounds off on true country and the best places in Vegas to get loaded.
By Jason Bracelin He held his guitar over his head, like a trophy, like he should have. It was the end of a fuzz-drenched set of stoner rock thunder, and Torche frontman Steve Brooks had earned the right to a triumphant pose, glistening with perspiration like a sweaty diamond.
By Jason Bracelin Solar-powered pop and death you can dance to top this month's roundup of local releases: THIS ROMANTIC TRAGEDY, "Like Drama, Like Karma" (myspace.com/ thsromantictragedy): It sounds like a dance party thrown in an abattoir, a mix of concussive, butt quakin' beats and the anguished screams of the dying.
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