When the flannel soldiers of Seattle stormed mainstream music in the early 90s, glam metal bands and their fans were sent scurrying back underground as popular culture shifted its attention away from big hair and bigger ballads.
I’ve been listening to Bob Dylan far longer than I’ve been listening to Bob Dylan.
Whether you realize it or not, you need more glam rock in your daily life. That is what I figured out back in February when the Glam Skanks delivered a dose of their glitter stomp on Las Vegas in support of Adam Ant.
Success is the sweetest revenge.
It was April 20, 2004 when I walked into a bar in Denver, CO to see The Killers supporting Stellastarr*. Both bands had one song on YouTube and I incorrectly assumed The Killers were from the UK.
In the early 1990s, every college town had “that” band. The one that seemed destined to break into the big time. The one that sounded as good playing originals as they did covering Stone Temple Pilots in a crowded bar.
OMD’S thirteenth album doesn’t disappoint.
Las Vegas and Bryan Ferry are a perfectly blended cocktail of mystery and seduction. Equal parts old-school crooner and art-rock pioneer, Ferry’s infallible legacy in music needs little introduction.
The last few years have been an emotional hell for Kesha and Rainbow attempts to make some sense of her journey.