On the table are several half-empty bottles of cheap wine and sparkling pear cider, a plate of brie and strawberries (or the remnants of what was), as well as a fancy chocolate cake in honor of Jeff Hunter’s 27th birthday. It also happens to be November Arts! Arcata. “This is our third Arts Arcata event […]
Julianna Boggs
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Black Sabbath, Master of Reality
I know it’s obvious, but it has to be stated as a starting point: The Mountain Goats are the greatest band of all time. This is primarily because bandleader John Darnielle is a supreme lyricist, though he also happens to be the No. 1 impersonator of 15-year-old mental institution patients totally obsessed with Black Sabbath […]
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Friendship Nation
It’s okay to want to get naked. In fact, I would encourage every one of you to give in to that urge, that natural instinct that Foot Village evokes through their latest release Friendship Nation, in what may be the very nexus of acoustic hardcore and scum-folk, if there has indeed ever been one. There […]
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Feed the Animals
By Girl Talk. Illegal Art. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to bear witness to the holy union of these two songs: Do you, Jay Z’s ‘Big Pimpin,’ take this, The Jackson 5’s ‘ABC,’ as your overdubbed remix of a partner for as long as drunken college students think it’s catchy …” A classic […]
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Out of Africa
Triclops! Alternative Tentacles Alien-baby vocal phaser, check. Underwater flanger, check. Four SF Bay Area musicians melting down their collective experiences from a flurry of substantive groups such as Bottles and Skulls, Fleshies, Lower Forty-Eight and Victim’s Family into a single, righteous offering to the lords of punk; check. Commence rock. With a battalion of […]
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Street Horrrsing
Album by Fuck Buttons ATP Recordings I’m not entirely sure what a Fuck Button is. As a noun, it could be what you press in times of distress. As a simple statement, it perhaps expresses a preference for zippers. With an added comma, it denotes that a preference for zippers has been denied: “Fuck, buttons.” […]