Composer Philip Glass turned 75 on Jan.
31. The party continues this weekend in Cincinnati, starting with the
wildly innovative, Grammy Award-winning sextet eighth blackbird’s
appearance at MusicNOW on Thursday. Glass himself will join 8bb during
the first half of the performance.
Oliver Ackermann has a Cincinnati story he
enjoys sharing: Back when his band, A Place To Bury Strangers, played
the Contemporary Arts Center during the 2010 MidPoint Music Festival,
Ackermann’s Shoegaze/Noise Rock band wreaked chaos on the Sixth Street
space’s electrical system.
Honestly, if you saw the name Borgore typeset in one of
those dripping entrails fonts, wouldn’t you expect a downtuned Death
Metal corpsefest? Don’t let the name fool you; Borgore is one of the
Dubstep scene’s leading lights. There’s no dance floor at a Borgore gig; there’s the front door and the pit. Get in it.
Long before Hank Williams Jr. was banned from Monday Night Football,
Kanye interrupted Taylor Swift and the Dixie Chicks ticked off the
entire Republican party, one musician has continually spoken out against
the unfair, the unquestioned and the un-American. That man is Charlie
It’s been three years since my
introduction to The Pinstripes, interviewing the band in the cramped
rehearsal space they dubbed “The Good Stuff.” We discussed their love of
Ska, Reggae, Dub, Soul and all points between and beyond, as well as
their recordings to that point (Higher Ground and The Decay) while downing a few lightly chilled Pabst Blue Ribbons.
It seems like in the past, Cincinnati had a reputation for
being the kind of place you could move away from for a decade knowing
that when you returned, the gas station, grocery store and drinking
establishments would be there waiting for you, exactly as you left them.
Mike Oliva and I agree — Batman is cool,
but The Joker is simply badass, with his dark sense of humor and creepy,
wide smile. There’s something intriguing about his slick, sarcastic
ways, and, hell, there’s no forgetting that horrific laugh.
This is one of those random weeks where
there are so many notable events involving local bands, we could have
done an all-music double issue of CityBeat and still not have room for it all. Thankfully, we do
have constantly updated Staff Blogs. So here’s what’s
up, lightning-round-style; check the blog throughout the week for more
Five surf-rockers, two go-go dancers and a guy in a gorilla suit walk into a bar … That’s either the weirdest setup for a
joke ever or it means that Cincinnati’s only Surf Rock band, Doctor
Bombay and the Atomic Bachelor Pad, has arrived.