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2008-10-10 06:00:24

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. But then, seconds later, it was exultant, defiant and sultry, like something Marlene Dietrich might purr in one of those old femme fatale flicks. It was accompanied by strains of mournful-sounding cello, which curled itself around her words the way a python strangles its prey. The dark room seemed to get...

2008-10-07 06:00:31

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. Continuing a string of the national awards for Review-Journal feature writers that began in 2001, Bracelin received the award for arts & entertainment commentary, while Levitan garnered the top spot for feature specialty reporting in the...

2008-09-26 06:00:23

By Jason Bracelin Rage-addled metalheads, rap cutups and, uh, Wayne Brady lead the way in this month's roundup of Vegas releases. STRIKT-9, "Strikt-9" (myspace.com/strikt9kills): One of the tunes here, the feel good hit "Waste of Skin," opens with the sounds of gunfire, warfare and bloodshed, but if anything, it feels kind of anticlimactic after the riot of violence that has preceded it. A venomous new school thrash quartet with none of the retro-isms that have engulfed the scene of...

2008-09-19 06:00:21

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. It was Thursday night at the Beauty Bar, and Vegas indie rockers The Novelty Act had christened the four-day Neon Reverb downtown music fest with a strong set of dissonant, yet tuneful pop cluster bombs punctuated by bursts of tenor sax and a guitarist who played from his knees...

2008-09-12 06:00:27

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. "We're not corporate guys," his cohort, James Woodbridge, notes. Together and on their own, these two fixtures of the Vegas indie music scene have booked tons of shows over the years, Woodbridge as the head of his MetaMeta Productions company,...

2008-09-05 06:00:08

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. Thanks to a corrupt pay-for-play business model and centralized playlists that largely exclude local artists, traditional terrestrial radio is in danger of becoming as relevant as that Betamax player rusting in the garage....

2008-08-22 06:00:26

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. And music fans soon might be joining them. It all started with The Eagles. Last year, the band decided to issue their latest record exclusively through Wal-Mart, cutting out any traditional music distributor and starting a trend...

2008-08-22 06:00:17

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. What do you sound like? Alley cats' yowling love sonnets. The crackling of a claw hammer banjo on the fire. Tin cans and 10-penny nails. A wad o' country and rawk 'n' roll between the cheek and gums. A salty spittoon of honky-...

2008-08-15 06:00:27

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. Driven by a drummer who swung his arms so hard it was as if he had anvils for fists, Torche's set was equally hooky and heavy, a victory lap for the power of the almighty riff. The band brought the first full...

2008-08-08 06:00:40

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. That's these dudes' twist on the increasingly staid screamo ranks, buffering the subgenre's trademarks (hair-on-fire vox, burly thrash riffs, breakdowns galore) with...


Word of the Day
toccata
  • In music, a work for a keyboard-instrument, like the pianoforte or organ, originally intended to utilize and display varieties of touch: but the term has been extended so as to include many irregular works, similar to the prelude, the fantasia, and the improvisation.
This word is Italian in origin, coming from the feminine past participle of 'toccare,' to touch.
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