Thirteen years can put a hell of a lot of wear and tear on even the hardiest of rock ’n’ roll bands. But don’t be fooled by all those hundreds of thousands of miles on Micky & the Motorcars’odometer: pop the hood of Hearts From Above, the long-running Austin band’s seventh album, and you’ll find a brand-new engine, fine-tuned and good to run for at least as many more miles still ahead. And behind the wheel? Two brothers and founding members Micky Braun (lead vocals and guitar) and Gary Braun (guitar, mandolin, harmonica, and vocals) invigorated and supercharged by a transfusion of new blood from fresh recruits Josh Owen (lead guitar, pedal steel guitar), Joe Fladger (bass), and Bobby Paugh (drums). Micky and Gary, who by their own admission, haven’t been this fired up about playing together since they first rode south from the Whitecloud Mountains of Idaho to stake their claim to the Texas and wider Americana music scenes.
HELL'S BELLES are first and foremost dedicated AC/DC fanatics. This is what we all have in common. We're all part of a huge community of devotees to one of the greatest rock-n-roll bands in the world. This is who we all are, and this is what HELL'S BELLES strives to deliver with mechanical precision and passionate fury. Endorsed by Angus Young himself (Blender Magazine, 2003), HELL'S BELLES are the closest one can get without actually moving to Australia and joining AC/DC's road crew. HELL'S BELLES formed in 2000, the brainchild of former member, Amy Stozenbach, alongside former member, Om Johari. The current line-up features Mandy Reed, rock solid and born ready as Cliff Williams (Bass guitar), Lisa Brisbois, sly and subtly intense as part time Malcolm Young, Sharon Needles of Betty Blowtorch/Butt Trumpet fame part time Malcolm Young (Rhythm guitar), Judy Cocuzza (JuDy-molish of Betty Blowtorch fame) as Phil Rudd (drums), all the way from Australia, Amber Saxon the kind of hard rock bombastic power that makes no apologies and is dangerous around the edges as Bon Scott & Brian Johnson (Vocals) and Adrian Conner, dreadlock slinger and wicked as Angus Young (lead Guitar). HELL'S BELLES are indeed ALL female, all the way to their rock-n-roll cores, all the lime and without exception. Representing for a whole new generation of women that won't be intimidated, HELL'S BELLES actively encourage our legions of lady fans to stand up and be counted, and collaborate with women musicians and causes as a part of the mission towards rock and roll inclusion. Not some down-your-throat feminism, but a proactive support and action spirit towards the continued march towards balancing of the gender scales. The thousands of shows HELL'S BELLES have played around the world, including Singapore, Japan, Canada, and the good ol' USA (including Alaska), have become legendary nights of epic proportions. Consistently sexy and sold-out shows - there's not a HELL'S BELLES audience that hasn't been blown away by the raw power, attention to AC/DC details, and undeniable appeal that these bad ass belles deliver with undying devotion. From "Live Wire" to "The Jack" to "TNT", not to mention AC/DC's landmark hits "Highway to Hell", "Thunderstruck", and "Back in Black". The marathon set lists change to include a fresh variety of classics, but the perfection and passion of the show never does. It's an all out rock-n-roll assault that leaves you both satisfied and begging for more. And, more you'll get as HELL'S BELLES keep conquering new cities, new states, and new countries. They'll be in your back yard bringing AC/DC in sound and spirit to you with their new recording VOL. II, so you can always count on taking a little piece of HELL'S BELLES home with ya. HELL'S BELLES - committed, ferocious, meticulous women rock musicians delivering authentic ACIDC to the unbelievably supportive and wicked awesome fans. All day and all night long, all over the world, pitch perfect AC/ DC delivered with a highly charged vigor by Amber, Mandy, Judy, Lisa, Sharon and Adrian 'Angus' Conner. Let there be rock!
The Scientists: "The Scientists turned my head around and made a man out of me! They grew hair on my palms and made my socks stink!" Jon Spencer
"They wrote fantastic singles and looked like they just crawled out of the ooze. What more could you ask for?" Warren Ellis
"The Scientist proved to me that rock n roll could be played by gentlemen in fine silk shirts half unbuttoned and still be dirty, cool and real." Thurston Moore
The Scientists went through many incarnations in their 9 year history but are remembered mostly for the lineup that existed from 1981 to 1985. Kim Salmon, Tony Thewlis, Boris Sujdovic and Brett Rixon together had the peculiar chemistry that produced the classics, Swampland, Happy Hour, the Blood Red River mini LP and We had Love. With a sound that was swampy, primal and modern-urban all at once - as much in the tradition of rock and roll and punk rock as it was a rejection of those things, the Scientists' formula was as universal as it was specific to their own experience. They were about what it was like to be young and living in modern times in an Australian urban/suburban environment. The themes of getting wasted on alcohol and drugs, driving round in hotted up cars, being trapped in crap jobs and paranoia were their subject matter. Machine throb bass and drums with jagged car wreck guitars were their modus operandi. Fitting into no place or time they spurned all but the most rudimentary and elemental of rock structures along with other peoples modes of embellishment. They rejected the contemporary sound and look and so consequently were never able to carry around baggage that would allow them to date.
You could put on a Scientists record from this period and not know it was 23 years old! The Scientists might've been overlooked in their own time but there has been no shortage of younger bands who have cited them over the years. Mudhoney, Nirvana et al, Jon Spencer, the Von Bondies, The White Stripes, The Drones and scores of others just keep coming along dropping their name. Sadly Brett Rixon passed away in 1993. Kim, Boris and Tony recruited his understudy from 1985, Leanne Cowie to help them reanimate the monster. The Scientists were invited by Mudhoney to play on their curated day at All Tomorrow's Parties in May of 2006. The Scientists also supported Mudhoney on Thursday May 11th at Shepherds Bush Empire, where a live recording, 'Sedition' was made.
Combat Sports is the sound of The Vaccines being The Vaccines. Their fourth album is the sound of one of the defining British rock and roll bands of their generation at full throttle, setting aside pop experiments and concentrating on what caused the rabid excitement at their arrival in 2010. Combat Sports is a record of guitars, of brevity, of speed, of breathless excitement.
"We rediscovered who we were and what kind of band we wanted to be," says singer, songwriter and rhythm guitarist Justin Young. "We wanted to make a record to solidify that in our minds, and the minds of other people. We wanted to make the best record we've ever made."
Combat Sports was born of troubled times. The band ended the campaign for their third album, English Graffiti, in a mess. Members of the band had lifestyle issues and health issues - being in the band wasn't the fun it had once been. They were also questioning themselves and their music: although it had been a No 2 hit in the UK and won some of the best reviews of their career, The Vaccines knew what the audience wanted - and what they loved playing - was rock and roll.
"We lost sight of who we were and why we were there," Young says. "When you're as insecure and self-aware as me, there's a constant process of second-guessing everything you do. I've brought The Vaccines into my heart again now. Being in a band is about compromise and collaboration and I think it's coming to terms with what we are as a collective and falling back in love with that and making the best record we can for us as a band, rather than as individuals."
Then came the departure of drummer Pete Robertson, causing the remaining trio to realise something about the group: "We decided we needed to make it fun again." Lead guitarist Freddie Cowan and bassist Árni Árnason provided the manifesto: "The band were saying: 'We love it when you bring in rock'n'roll songs - they're so much more fun to play.'"
That was crucial for Young, because he realised the Vaccines needed to be a guitar band again. Specifically, they needed to be a band where lead and rhythm guitar worked together, as on their debut, What Did You Expect From The Vaccines? "With great bands, you need to be able to hear the guitar and recognise them," he says. "Lots of people would have been learning Freddie's licks from the first two albums - there are 11 guitar solos on the new album - we were encouraging him to play again."
A key moment in Young realising the power of rock and roll came on a night out in a Los Angeles bar. It's something he remembers vividly, seeing how a great guitar band could set a room alight. "The DJ played Everybody's Happy Nowadays, and all the girls in there were dancing so intensely to it. I thought: 'Fuck! I remember why I love the Buzzcocks - for these really sad, forlorn, dumb, catchy songs.' And I realised rock and roll was sexy again. I'd forgotten it could be sexy."
Meg Myers is collapsed like a broken ragdoll on her hardwood floors in her Los Angeles apartment -- crying uncontrollable, feeling something she's never felt before. It's that kind of cry you don't even wish upon your worst enemies -- the kind that comes from that hidden place where all your demons are trying to break free.
You'd think something terrible had just happened, but quite the opposite. The singer/songwriter was just listening back to rough mixes of her new record, Take Me to the Disco (300 Entertainment), when a profound realization swept over her. "When I first wrote some of these new songs, I thought I knew what I was writing about. A lot had to do with a breakup."
"Listening back to some of these songs made me realize what I was really writing about... what was underneath it all," continues Myers, who grew up in a Jehovah's Witness household before breaking free to pursue music in L.A. at the age of 19. "All of a sudden it all made sense to me and that moment of realization just overwhelmed me with a flood of tears and joy. On the surface, I thought I was writing about love loss but I've learned it goes much deeper than that. It's going back to the child in me that needed to be healed. I've always written from a true place, but in getting to know myself better, I'm now writing from an even deeper level of honesty."
2 kick ass robots, 1 stupid human. Brutal pummeling music. End of story. But you wanna read more stupid crap? Ok, idiot human. C!BR has been touring the world since 1997, playing thousands of dive bars for millions of drunk humans. In 1996, Jay Vance made the robots because he was extremely unlikeable, and wanted to play in a band after all his past human bands hated him. He got to work. Shortly after, GTRBOT666 and DRMBOT 0110 were born. After a horrible accident involving many drugs and a chemical spill, the Bots became self aware and captured the human, now renamed JBOT. It was decided that they would travel the country, rocking out while bent on world domination and humiliating the masked and chained idiotic human in front of his human peers.
As well, JBOT's mask was removed, after 15 years of captivity removal of the mask serves to show how ugly and disgusting the human JBOT really is. The Bots and JBOT's relationship has changed, now they are much more united in hating humanity. Stockholm syndrome? Maybe... Or maybe you all just suck really really bad.
C!BR's newly found united aggression towards humanity has been channeled into fast n loud music, designed to deafen and destroy, to pound and pummel, breaking your bones with brutal tones.
It was the Year of Our Lord 2013, and I was devouring a cheeseburger in a Chatsworth, CA franchise of a certain multinational fast food conglomerate which shall remain nameless. A crazed skull face painted, dirt-bag, clown sat down beside me. This Skeletor reject of Uriah Heap introduced himself as Ronald Osborne and was familiar with my work. I was informed that Ronald, Slayer Mac Cheeze, Grimalice, and the Cat Burglar, were performing secret rock shows in the bunker-like basements of the local restaurants. But the time had come, he said, to bring drive-thru metal up from the "underground," and he asked if I would consider becoming the manager. BAM! Abruptly we were thrown to the sidewalk. (Apparently the daytime manager was not informed of this activity) I looked over at Ronald, watched him brush off the sodium chloride and GMO remnants of my UN happy meal.
Before I knew it, I was in a burger stand bomb shelter, witnessing Black Sabbath music, hilarious fast food lyrics, smoldering clown heads with laser eyes, a giant purple gumdrop bass player, and Tony Iommi with a giant cheeseburger head. I was confused, amazed and can't ever remember feeling so.........happy!
THE STORY OF METALACHI...
On a hot summer night in Veracruz Mexico circa 1982, Consuela Espinoza stumbled out of her dilapidated shanty and into Rock N Roll history. What began as an innocent night of snorting horse tranquilzers in a hotel room with seven members of the village jai alai team went on to produce the greatest metal band to ever live. Unhampered by a steady regime of tequila and ill advised sumo lessons, nine months later five bastard children where born. Unable to care for her hungry offspring and concerned that motherhood would seriously interfere with her Tuesday night Karaoke league, Consuela hastily packed the babies into the saddlebags of a burro and sent her children off to America in search of a better life. Against all odds, 14 years later, and nearly dead from dehydration, the burro knelt down to drink from the stagnant waters of the Rio Grande just ouside of Juarez Mexico -mere yards from the U.S. border. With one fleeting burst of energy the brothers Espinoza cinco climbed from their leather restraints and scampered the vast reaches of the river, collapsing onto the sweet amber hue of American soil. As if by destiny, lodged in the sand beneath their tanned faces was a record sleeve upon which were the words "PARANOID" and "BLACK SABBATH". For many years to follow, this definitive black metal album served not only as a teacher and a mentor..but also as a friend. From these bleak and humble begins grew the seed that would OFFICAL BIO
eventually be the band we know today. Often referred to as the greatest heavy metal band to ever live..always referred to as...METALACHI.