Photo by Ester Segarra / obituary.cc Obituary's John Tardy (far left) and his brother Donald Tardy (second from right)
Super-long hair? ✔
Bushy beards? ✔
Gory song titles? ("Internal Bleeding," "Slowly We Rot") ✔
Gruesome band names? (Xecutioner, then Obituary) ✔ ✔
Decapitated bloody body artwork? ✔
Rescuing tiny adorable kitties? ✔
Donald Tardy, drummer of death metal pioneers Obituary, founded Metal Meowlisha, and when not executing blast-beats and growling lyrics, the band helps trap, neuter, and release ("TNR" is the shorthand) fuzzy four-footed friends in Florida, caring for 28 feral colonies totaling more than 200 cats.
Tardy, who formed Obituary with his brother John, spoke with the Voice from the band's Las Vegas soundcheck, revealing the kinder, gentler side of death metal, and recalled Obituary's first show in New York, ahead of its November 30 return with Death, Massacre, and Rivers of Nihil at the Best Buy Theater.More »
Blonde Redhead's bio informs "they have developed a sonic language of their own." This may, of course, be due partially to the multiculti makeup of this 21-year-old lineup. Twin brothers Amedeo and Simone Pace -- guitars and drums, respectively -- hail from Milan, spent their teens in Montreal, attended college in Boston, and live in Brooklyn. At one point Simone was studying Spanish, German, French, and English while speaking Italian at home -- and worshipping Brazilian drummer Porthino.
Photo by Marlene Marino courtesy Press Here Publicity Blonde Redhead
"But that's something really out of Blonde Redhead," asserts Simone, calling from an elevator in Los Angeles in the midst of the trio's tour. "I don't know how [Porthino] influences our music in any way. I wanted to play my own music, but when we met [Japanese-born singer-guitarist] Kazu Makino [in 1993], everything fell into place. It was a fine balance between forgetting what we learned in school" -- the Berklee College of Music -- "and trying to be open-minded about who we are in music."More »
Better Than: That time where I could've seen Ryan Adams open for Oasis in 2008 and passed on it, like, "Eh, they'll both be back around soon enough," and then waited six years for a chance to see Adams for the first time.
All photos Vladislav Grach Ryan Adams rocks Hammerstein
Ryan Adams is a charmer. That's something that got lost in the shuffle back when he and the media had a more contentious relationship, back when he was a supposedly more erratic performer and person. He's a talker, and he's hilarious. Sunday night at the Hammerstein, it was goofy asides about debating the color of a guitar with a bandmate, or a long story about going through airport security back in the just-after-9-11 days, when Adams was sporting what he deemed his "drug beard." The approach gives Adams's live show a freewheeling, hanging-with-all-my-friends kind of vibe. Particularly last night -- having called NYC home for many years before moving out to L.A., Adams was psyched to be back, and the whole thing had the aura of a homecoming. "Let's do this shit," he said when he first walked onstage. "I'm in a great goddamn mood."More »
In 2007, a small Brooklyn-based effects pedal manufacturer opened its warehouse doors and began inviting bands to play shows in the space. Around the corner from the newly opened Glasslands, the block was otherwise uninhabited, the abandoned hulk of the Domino Sugar Factory the only thing obstructing quiet, twinkling views of the New York City skyline as seen from Kent Avenue. Death by Audio was not the first venue of its kind; its operations blueprint was drawn from the DIY model upon which basement parties and loft shows flourished, but did it on a scale that was slightly more accessible, and grown straight out of a community of bands that already practiced there, already used DBA pedals. The all-inclusive domain name for the space's events page said it best: entertainment for everyone.
Lightning Bolt photo by Lindsey Rhoades
See also: Photos: The Final Show at Death by AudioMore »
The DIY music scene in north Brooklyn continues to see its venues close. On Saturday, Death by Audio (49 S. 2nd Street) hosted its last show in a seven-year run as a DIY space in Williamsburg. Grooms, JEFF the Brotherhood, A Place to Bury Strangers, and Lightning Bolt performed for a packed house. A few people threw issues of Vice magazine around the space as Lightning Bolt played. (Vice is moving in.) Photos by Rob Menzer for the Village Voice.
All photos by Rob Menzer for the Village Voice Crowd-surfing on Saturday night at Death by Audio. See all the Death by Audio final show photos.
Karaoke brings people together like few other activities: You either sequester yourself into a windowless room with a group of friends where you bond over a shared knowledge of Gin Blossoms songs, or you work up the nerve to sing those songs in front of a room of strangers. Either way, it's hard to have a forgettable night of karaoke. With all the karaoke options available in New York, you run the risk of spending all night scrolling through your phone, looking for the *perfect* karaoke bar -- valuable minutes that could be spent singing. We're here to help with this guide to the best karaoke bars in New York, from the Voice's crack team of karaoke enthusiasts.
And just like that, the internet was a-floodin' with hearts, stars, enamored emojis, and compliments, and for one brief moment, we were all united in the warm embrace of Hooliganism after Bruno Mars took Saturday Night Live by storm (and in flamingo pink at that). We can bicker about pop stars. We can fight about Adam Levine's falsetto. We may fall down in fisticuffs over lip-syncing or awkward choreography, but we can also get giddy about a solid showing from a talent who's been staying out of the headlines lately, and we can get real, real excited for their return. That's exactly the kind of good cheer Bruno Mars and Mark Ronson brought to Saturday Night Live.
From spring of 2011 through spring of 2012, my illustrator pal Debbie Allen and I produced a live music column for Sound of the City called Waste of Paint. On the suggestion of former Voice music editor Maura Johnston, we arranged our words and pictures into comic-strip-like dispatches on the music we saw each weekend (and later, every other weekend). Although we covered some big names like Slick Rick and Santigold, we devoted a substantial number of column inches (pages?) to music that wasn't getting covered by many other outlets, both in deference to the Voice's history of hyper-local coverage and because that was simply our favorite stuff to go to.
All illustrations Debbie Allen
The trio of clubs at S. 2nd and Kent -- Glasslands, 285 Kent, and Death by Audio -- played an important role in the column, enabling us to hop back and forth and see a bunch of music in one night. More than any of them, DBA felt like home, even if we sometimes had to pay a cover charge, as Edan cared more about paying the bands than getting press for his venue. With its boisterous all-ages crowds, muraled walls, and strong DIY ethos, it was a haven for an extended family of local and touring acts, even as the neighborhood around it grew fancier and fancier.
As we officially close the book on DBA and Williamsburg in general as destinations for grassroots culture, let's mark their passing with some colorful memories. Rest in peace, Death by Audio! I might not remember every night I spent in you, but I'm pretty sure they were the best.
Below you'll find many illustrations of the bands we saw at DBA over the course of Waste of Paint.More »