Lookout, it's attack of the two-headed press darlings! Once upon a time, The White Stripes were a buzz band, heralded as the saviors of rock. If blogs had existed (and I'm not saying they didn't, but admit it, you didn't know what they were back then)...
Evil is lurking this summer, that’s all there is to say. Slayer and Marilyn Manson are teaming up for a tour that’s sure to bring two of the craziest groups of people together for one big show. We’ve witnessed how these things can work at tours like...
In 1984, 19-year-old Darryl Hunt was accused of the rape and murder of newspaper reporter Deborah Sykes in Winston-Salem, NC. Hunt, who is black, was sentenced to life in prison for the crimes committed against Sykes, who is white, by an all-white jury. In 1994, DNA...
Ryan Adams is nothing short of prolific. He shits out music on a regular basis (for a literal interpretation, see the collection of albums credited to The Shit on Adam's Cardinal Radio), so the fact that his upcoming album–Easy Tiger, out June 26th–is...
Two years ago, I got a link in my email to an odd little video with bouncy balls pouring down the San Francisco streets. You probably did too. That was my introduction to Jose Gonzalez. Obviously, Veneer made everyone sit up and say "Huh?" and was on...
Last night was one of those moments that make all your hard work worthwhile. Pela–one of Ground Control's favorite bands even before Ground Control existed–stopped by the Little Radio studios to be our guests on Ground Control Radio. The day before...
This week's playlist featured new music from Earlimart, Mirah, The Howling Hex and The Cribs, to name a few. Be sure to listen in next week when GC favorites Pela join us in the studio to talk about their new album Anytown Graffiti. Missed it? Listen to the podcast...
I got my first taste of the Crosstown Rebels label when I picked up Rebel Futurism Sampler Part 1 with the M.A.N.D.Y. remix of Joakim’s “Come Into My Kitchen” a few years ago. Ever since then, hit after hit has been pouring from the London-based...
Flipping through a variety of newspapers and reading a wide selection of music rags, I keep coming across reviews of Elliott Smith's posthumous collection, New Moon—each one invariable tagged and dragged by some sort of personal reminiscence. Windswept, rainy...
It seems like more times than not in my life it’s by the seat of my pants that I fly. This night would be no exception, and as a result I’d like to thank everyone involved at the onset. You know who you are, all five or so of you. Thank you. When the...