These Arms Are Snakes
I'm not sure what's bothering These Arms Are Snakes, but whatever it is, we're all the better for it. These seem like angry young men…
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I'm not sure what's bothering These Arms Are Snakes, but whatever it is, we're all the better for it. These seem like angry young men…
Holy freakin' cool industrial neighborhoods... do we ever adore Georgetown! And holy biscuits and vegetarian gravy... do we dig the Riffbrokers, the band to whom…
(Hey imaginary girls. Look, I'm fessing up right now. I didn't write this. But I promised you a review of the Rainer Maria show, and…
Shall I compare Carissa's Wierd to a Valentine's Day? They are more somber and more elegant. Could there be a more perfect Valentine's Day show…
Interpol came back into town to promote their first album, Turn on the Bright Lights and once again gave Seattle the "It" event of the…
Neil Finn, Neil Finn, Neil Finn. Even the mention of his name reinstalls the giddiness of my first real musical love affair. Sure, I'd had…
A question for our readers: is Rhett Miller the most gorgeous human ever to grace a stage, male or female? And if so, does this…
A Very Crocodile V-Day synopsis: four bands, two imaginary girls, 148 photographs, three drinks, five cigarettes, and one torn-in-half heart on the mend.I’d like to…
Yes, again with the Visqueen. We couldn't help ourselves. There they were opening up for that kickass New Zealand band The D4 (you'll read about…
Another holiday at the Crocodile — this time, in the name of St. Valentine of Hallmark. The timing of the show worked out perfectly, as…