IF YOU GO:

• Okay Thursday, the Channels, the Snowleopards, Halfnelsons
  Friday, October 27 at Bill's Bar, Boston

Just when you thought moons-in-June love songs had lost their lustre, Boston's the Channels spin the solar system into a picture-perfect metaphor for unrequited desire. As sighing harmonies wash over swooning indie-pop, the moon quietly pines for the prettiest planet in space – though she, of course, has the hots for the sun. "She digs his light and his heat, and that’s fine," the moon croons, "Cause he’s gonna burn out eventually and someday soon/The earth will orbit the moon and say hey/She'll appreciate the things that I do, like make waves." It's the kind of great song that sets you off on bullshit tangents about how, yknow, no one writes great songs anymore but this one dammit THIS ONE is a GREAT SONG. As Stephin Merritt might say: how fucking romantic.

You can download a few more chunes by the Channels (albeit not in sterling 192k like the one above) at their MySpace page, and then catch them playing Bill's Bar tomorrow night (Friday) for the FNX/New England Product night. Also on the card: the Snowleopards, who we've been going on about lately, and rightly so. If you haven't been reading this week, go check out the video of what happened to their Boston Music Award that Robbie Roadsteamer stole, or just right-click-save-as to hear their latest unholy/web-only rock and roll manifesto:

Thanks to K. Bonami for uploading "Miles Away" and "Cheated Hearts" from last night's YYY's freebie on Government Center. More photos over here.

Photos: 1-6, Dashboard Confessional at City Hall Plaza (c) K. Bonami, except Carrabba (c) Byron Smith
Photos: 7-10, Paper/Excuse at Bill's, (c) Matt Teuten

Loose ends from last Thursday's emostravaganza, with the free FNX/Snapple-abbetted Dashboard gig on Government Center, followed closely by the afterparty: the debut of the Phoenix's monthly Excuse shindig at Bill's, in this case hosted by the girls and boys of Paper. Extra special thanks to Therefore I Am and She's the Car for rocking out. Full story in the fishwrap on Thursday or now online.

All photos (c) Carina Mastrocola.

If you've got to have bands play in the sun -- and that's how it goes at the Best Music Poll -- then OK Go are a great fit. Upbeat tempos. Creative, thought-provoking lyrics. You know: good times. They were infectuous, and the audience (a mix of young and old) seemed to be catching their fever. I noticed that frontman Damian Kulash was still sporting the pinky ring on his right hand. Last time I sat down with him, about two years ago, he told me that it had belonged to a friend of his who'd passed away on her 22nd birthday after falling out of a window. He wrote the song "Return" for her. I have yet to see him not wearing it.

After their set ended, Damian announced that they were going to perform a public service announcement and show everyone what MTV used to be about..MUSIC VIDEOS! They proceeded to perform a delightfully cute and funny choreography set which had the crowd cheering and smiling! One of these people being Elefant front man, Diego Garcia, who happened to be standing right next to me.

From top: Charlatans UK, Aberdeen City, Aberdeen City, Nada Surf. All photos (c) Carina Mastrocola.

(Second in a series of reports from last night's Phoenix/FNX Best Music Poll blowout on Lansdowne Street.)

The Charlatans haven’t really had the chance to jump the shark — not here, and not in the UK, where their songs never managed to plug into their homeland's gigantic hype machine. Still, last night on the Street Stage, the Charlatans weren’t holding any grudges. Tim Burgess, with his warm voice and sexy swagger, certainly does a decent Mick Jagger impression — or was he going for Liam Gallagher? Couldn’t be sure. Doesn’t matter. Unlike Mick, the Charlatans still look pretty cool for a bunch semi-aged rockers, all aviator shades and leather jackets and killer floppy hairstyles. No craggy faces, either. They’re comfortable — god knows they’ve been at it since 1990 — and they’re good at their own thing: lush, bluesy Britpop. Judging by the girl standing in front of me, who was slamming Coors Light and shaking ass, the Charlatans were living up to their underappreciated name by midset. The more Burgess thrust his hips and urged the crowd into a hand-clapping session, the more she loved it. “Blackened Blue Eyes,” off their latest, Simpatico, and You’re So Pretty – We’re So Pretty,” the first cut on 2001’s Wonderland were piano-drenched and danceable, especially on a warm (dry!) night in the middle of Lansdowne Street.

Outside Axis, a couple of kids were screaming “ABERDEEN CITY!!” at the top of their lungs — a sweet reception for this year's Best Local Album winner. For what it’s worth, the band certainly appreciated the support. Bassist and singer Brad Parker was sweet and appreciative when he talked about how nice it was to be back in Boston after their tour. Awwww. I felt like a proud Mom welcoming my son back home from a grueling semester at sea or something. Unforch for his real Mom, lucky for us, that whole schoolboy act was dropped as soon as he started howling. Abcity's melodic, post-punk angst-rock is clever and dark, and Parker leads the group in a sounding desperate and elegiac but big and grand at the same time, not to mention completely orchestral — I can only imagine how good they’d be in Symphony Hall. (NEMO: be good for something and hook this up.) Their behavior might not be apropos for a night at the Pops, though: during “Pretty Pet,” Chris McLaughlin dragged a floor tom away from Rob McCaffrey’s drum kit and pounded his brains out — in between making some insane noises on his guitar that were somewhere between an electric violin and a screeching baby. All in a night’s work, of course. The crowd was loving it most during “God Is Gonna Get Sick of Me,” one of the standouts on The Freezing Atlantic, though set-closer “Mercy” was an orgiastic conclusion to their musical restraint. I watched Parker and guitarist Ryan Heller bang the hell out of what looked like a neon cowbells while McLaughlin humped a huge amp so fast and so hard it nearly fell over. Then he tried to climb a platform on the side of the stage, and the security guards yelled at him. Then they threw drum sticks at us. Wow. I was spent.

All night I’d been looking forward to Nada Surf at Avalon. When I got there around 11 pm, the band had already ripped into "Hi Speed Soul," one of my faves off 2003’s Let Go. They sounded great, and Nada Surf are nothing if not a talented and oft-underrated pop band, but on stage, they are just short of foolish. They were so dull in the flesh when compared to their music, which is gorgeous and catchy and made perfect by Matthew Caws’s pretty croon. Except I was more obsessed with how long it must have taken bassist Daniel Lorca to grow out his waist-length dreads than I was with watching the boys play. Maybe I was just tired out by Aberdeen City, because during “The Blankest Year,” which has so many hooks it takes my breath away, the random dude and chick in front of me were practically swing dancing. She was an Emily Strange goth girl in pink fishnet sleeves, he was Josh Jackson during the best years of Dawson’s Creek, and maybe they were drunk, but Nada Surf was probably delivering them into the same cab that night. If the band couldn’t bring themselves to fling sweat or smash guitars, it was the least they could do to play the musical score to the weirdest concert hook-up I have ever witnessed. I think we all went home happy.

— Sharon Steel

All photos (c) Carina Mastrocola

(First in a series of shitloads of photos and maybe even some words from last night's Phoenix/FNX Best Music Poll party.)

Brit Pop and Pop Punk don't have a lot in common, and Charlatans UK and The Academy Is... didn't get any closer by playing on the same street during last night's Best Msic Poll extravaganza. Aside from having to change their names at some point in their respective careers to avoid lawsuits -- the Charlatans added the UK to distinguish themselves from the American Charlatans; the Academy added the "Is..." for similar reasons -- the correlation between the two bands is effectively nil. The Brits' set came first, closing down the outdoors stage on Lansdowne, and they took their signature reggae/dub-pop/textured sound to the streets. Even with a semi-shoegaze attitude -- three-fifths of the band were wearing jackets and didn't break a sweat -- they delighted the crowd by playing the Simpatico hits "For Your Entertainment" and "Blackened Blue Eyes." A lot of their earlier stuff showed up in the latter part of the set, and the contingent of older fans cheered loudest during those songs. Aberdeen City at Axis -- make that Aberdeen Fucking City, they rocked -- and Nada Surf at Avalon (yes they played "Popular," yes it rocked) served as pallete cleansers before I caught the Academy Is. Their sunny music and distorted guitars were a far cry from the subdued and somewhat dour Brit Pop jangle of a few hours earlier. The difference was also in the crowd: the Avalon floor was packed with about 856,982 chicks and one dude, all younger peeps. William Beckett had them eating out of his palm right away, prancing about the stage while the poppy power chords of "Attention" and "Classifieds" swirled beneath his crisp, high-pitched vocals. But the overall teeny-bopper atmosphere trumped the loud music, making things unbearable after about six songs. And punk music without screamed vocals or an element of anger/hatred is just plain wrong, even if it gets the chicks.

-- David Boffa

Photo by Mike Byrne

DOWNLOAD: The Blue Bloods, "Dying Day"
 
Vintage Boston street-punk is alive and well . . . in Belgium, of all places, where the I Scream label has been snapping up local faves from Slapshot and the Ducky Boys to Darkbuster and blue-collar hardcore dudes the Blue Bloods. Name-dropped by Rancid, they've come back from a lengthy self-imposed hiatus to see their 2004 album Death of a Salesman get a belated US release, and they're playing their first show in over a year on Friday at Bill's Bar as part of the New England Product/ThePhoenix.com concert series. [Details]

DOWNLOAD: Hooray for Earth, "Simple Plan" (mp3)

The band formerly known as Raymond makes a huge leap forward: new name, dirty-as-shit guitars, bubbletechno synths, and anthemic moping. Quite possibly the missing link between Magnetic Fields and Andrew W.K., though left to their own devices, they call it something completely different: "Blur, Nirvana, and Enya breaking things at a video arcade in hell." Coming sometime this year: a self-titled album recorded with engineer Brian Brown (Juliana Hatfield, Pilot to Gunner). Fresh off a SXSW showcase and a three-week tour with Porsches on the Autobahn and the Unbusted, they're playing the WFNX New England Product/ThePhoenix.com party on Friday (read: tomorrow) at Bill's Bar. [More details] Sarah Tomlinson ran into the bass player, and the following exchange ensued:

Q: Does your album have a name yet?

A: It is self titled. Since we changed our name from Raymond to HFE this year, we figured it made sense. Ya know, start fresh, and at the same time beat the new name into people's heads.

Q: Where did you record it?

A: all over. Honestly it was mostly done by Noel (our singer/songwriter) in our practice space. But to list the proper studios that were used: Tracking was done at The Moontower in Cambridge, Briggs Bros. Studios in Framingham, and Witch Doctor studio in Salem, MA. I think Witch Doctor is now defunct. Mixing was split between the Windham in Bellows Falls Vt. (this is the new incarnation of what was Ft. Apache) and then Attercop Sound in Seattle, WA. We worked with local engineer/producer Brian Brown. Noel produced the record and Brian co-produced. Brian also mixed the record. Brian has done a bunch of local and national artists. You can find him on allmusic.com. Also, I think his discography page is in our top 8.

Q: Are you shopping it?

A: The plan is to shop it while we release it on our own locally and drum up a BUZZ or whatever.

Q: Are the songs from your Myspace page on the album?

A: Yes

Q: Do you have any fun surprises planned for the Bill's Bar show -- cover songs? fireworks? jello shots?

A: We plan to smash faces... or something. And maybe after we can all do jello shots together.

Once a year we pause -- in mid-spring, so you don't get it twisted with Pazz and Jop or anything -- and take a look back at the last 12 months of music. Then we get all American Idol and let you vote about it. Thing is, the Phoenix's Best Music Poll ballots are designed to cut across literally dozens of factional Boston music tribes, so if you only read the Noise and drink at the Abbey, or if you only post on the Honeypump board and go to Great Scott, you likely look at the ballot and go, "Well, fuck, I've never even HEARD of half these bands!"

Ay, there's the rub: what do the other half sound like? Democracy, as the founding fathers taught us, works only if you have an informed electorate. In the past we've demanded a lot of you: that you instantly go out and familiarize yourself with all those bands you've never heard of. (Actually, we just figured you'd go ahead and vote for your friends' bands, which is what we usually do.) This year, however, the electorate will be informed. We decline to tell, and we opt to show. No more words: sounds! Many of this year's nominated bands also signed up for our Phoenix Band Guide, where they uploaded a bunch of full-length mp3s for you to listen to -- for free! What a concept! Someone should start a blog that does that!

1. The Sterns, "This Will Only Hurt for a Minute" (mp3). Boston breeds so many great power-pop bands that inevitably about 899,999 slip under our radar every year. These kids, however, did not. 

2. DJ-C "URADJC" (mp3). We were so psyched when we heard this tune -- an officialized Boston bounce remix of MIA's URAQT by Cambridge's own experimental party-music fiend DJ-C -- that we damn near peed ourselves. We've gotten lots of requests for it, and it's been included on a bunch of mixes linked from this URL, but this is the first time we've ever offered it for download on its own. Song of the year, you ask us.

3. Big Bear, "Track 03" (mp3). Yes, that's a girl singing. Yes, she's nominated for best female vocalist. You know anyone else who can do that? (Well, OK, sure, but do you know anyone else?) 

Big Bear tour dates:
04.19 @ Sparkle House in Philadelphia, PA
04.20 @ Cake Shop in New York, NY
04.21 @ Bennington College in Bennington, VT
04.22 @ Talking Head in Baltimore, MD

4. Darkbuster, "Shoulda Known Better" (mp3). It's possible there are a few people who read this blog who don't realize that anyone who spends a couple of years writing about music in Boston will develop a weakness for spirits, and the bands that sing about them. You also develop a soft spot for punk-rock losers who can carry a tune, which is why even those of us who know better still love Darkbuster. (See also: "Grandma Was a Nazi," which, they claim, is a true story.) 

5. Blanks., "Oh No!" (mp3). We've already pointed you towards Blanks.' "Pouncer," which has already rated a Compound 440r remix. The next person who says "They sound like Franz Ferdinand" is going to get punched in the face. 

6. Apollo Sunshine, "Phony Marony" (mp3). As much as we despise getting their constant emails, which have singlehandedly elevated ellipsis abuse to a national epidemic, Boston's psych-pop hippies have a choke-hold on the next-Flaming-Lips buzz. Please don't hold it against them. As this song proves, they're really just happy indie rocks kids who by some strange twist of fate have never taken a bad trip.

7. Converge, "Eagles Become Vultures" (mp3). This song is not hosted on our server with the rest of the songs. This song is kept in a sealed chamber made out of vanadium steel, buried in a concrete bunker, and kept cooled at -130 degrees celsius. This song is more dangerous than you or anyone who pretends to be your friend on the internet. 

8. UV Protection, "Chemicals" (mp3). There are some people who say you really have to see UV Pro to get the full effect. This is not false. But most of the time when people say that, they mean the record sucks. We will not front: it is fun as shit to see these girls dress up like Doctor Who aliens, rock the robot dance, and throw up a planetarium-grade light show, and if you haven't seen them you're stupid. But for real, there are breaks on these records. DJs need to play them. Oh, wait, right, they already do. 

9. Tempting Fate Revue, "That's Cool" (mp3). We wouldn't want to demean anyone by calling them, like, Boston's answer to Black Eyed Peas or anything, but when you want to thumbnail-sketch a large-ensemble pop-rap-group-with-brassy-female-singer who might actually end up on Radio Disney, what the hell else are you gonna call 'em? Let's put it this way: someone just called dibs on the opening slot for that 2008 No Doubt reunion. 

10. Ryan Lee Crosby, "Obey Me" (mp3). If you're a singer-songwriter with a fucked up backstory -- see here for the full cancer conspiracy -- you might, like Ryan, find your songs competing with your anecdotes for column inches. Here's hoping people actually listen to the record: kid's got pipes like Elliot Smith and some of the better tunes in town that don't belong to Stephen Brodsky.

You can vote for any and all of these bands -- and lots of national acts too -- in the 2006 Best Music Poll. Don't forget to write in Doomriders! Tickets to the Best Music Poll show go on sale this morning at 10 a.m.; the link is here.

Tickets to this thing go on sale this Thursday. Watch this space for pre-sale links.

Now let's talk about the Best Music Poll ballot for a second. For reasons that are lost to history, the one category where OTD really holds an sway in the nominations are in the metal categories. And so first of all, we'd like to apologize to Doomriders, who made the local metal album of the year (perhaps the national metal album of the year), and did not get nominated for a damn thing in this year's BMP. It would be great if we could blame this on some facelss set of judges or arbiters of good taste, but as it happens, them was us, and OTD just plain forgot. About our favorite metal record of the year. For the entire two hours it took to eat pizza and come up with the BMP list. Oops.

There's nothing we can do about it now, the ballot having been locked, loaded, set in stone, and stocked with audio clips, photos, links, and other sorts of thing you usually can only find only at OTD.

So for everyone who ever glanced at the ballot and went, "What the hell happened to my favorite ______ band," well, we feel your pain. We're also taking the only recourse available to anyone in such a situation. We're launching a write-in campaign for Doomriders.

It's the least we can do.

That said, the rest of the ballot -- which is to say, the parts OTD didn't flake out on -- are pretty rad. For the first time this year, you can listen to audio clips of (almost) every artist in the poll, which means even if you didn't have an opinion on the world music category before you came, you may have one by the time you leave. We've also linked the local artists to their profiles at phoenixbandguide.com, where in many cases you can download OTD-worthy exclusive mp3s. (In fact, we're gonna steal some shit from over there and pass it off as our own later this week.)

Vote or die, bitches.

DOWNLOAD: Doomriders, "Black Thunder" (mp3)
VOTE: 2006 Best Music Poll

The latest denizens of Boston's powerbook-pop underground to join the mysterious Compound 440r collective, the Westward Trail are not without precedent in these parts. Their pre-owned synthpop tones play nicely with We Are Cassette, and in a budget crunch they could probably go halfsies on a guitar player with Mobius Band or Certainly, Sir. What makes their brand new "Steady Hands" so face-meltingly dope is the way they rock that shit arena-style: if you want to hear what Europe's "The Final Countdown" would sound like as a twitchy blank-wave anthem, click here.

You can catch the band this Friday, April 7, as part of thephoenix.com/New England Product series at Bill’s Bar, 5.5 Lansdowne St in Boston with Porsches on the Autobahn and the Texas Governor.

DOWNLOAD: The Westward Trail, "Steady Hands" (mp3)

Last spring, when future FNX New England Product host Dave Virr wanted to celebrate the 6th anniversary of his "British Accents" show, he got members of the Halogens and Baby Strange together for a one-off, just-for-fun project: an Oasis tribute band called, appropriately enough, Faux-Way-Sis. They killed, but then something even more interesting happened: they all realized their common influences and formed an actual band, the Luxury.

This wouldn't be particularly noteworthy, except that they're really fucking good.

To repay the folks what put them together in the first place, they're debuting their amazing leadoff single, "Seven Stories," as an OTD exclusive. (Also available over at Phoenix Band Guide ). Despite their lineage, this isn't Britpop homage: it's closer to the American underground pop of Husker Du and R.E.M., updated for a generation raised on Snow Patrol and, shit, who knows, maybe even Fall Out Boy. Add these guys immediately to the short list of Boston bands -- Taxpayer, Aberdeen City, Protokoll -- who are equipped to meet the stylish and anthemic demands of the 21st century indie-rock proletariat. Seven stories? Feels like 8 Miles. You can -- and, really, you should -- go see the band performing Friday at Bill's Bar, 5.5 Lansdowne Street in Boston.

DOWNLOAD: The Luxury, "Seven Stories" (mp3)

Honeypump message-boarders threw a hissy when Protokoll disabled the download function on their MySpace page last week, in advance of the Allston post-punk band's signing a singles deal with an undisclosed UK label. OTD, though, is all about second chances. The Protokoll dudes checked in from SXSW to share the best track from their 2005 EP (take that, MySpace!): morbid frontdude moaning like the second coming of the second coming of Bela Lugosi, while an undertow of lighter-than-Air synths leavens the mood from garish to damn near sweet. If these guys aren't famous by 2007, someone over there in England isn't really trying. Check them the New England Product/ThePhoenix.com showcase on Friday at Bill's Bar with 8mm Fuzz and a band that needs no introduction to regular readers of this blog, Blanks.

DOWNLOAD: Protokoll, "Holy Divine" (mp3, via Phoenix Band Guide -- sorry about the filename)

Lawyers, architects, administrators, and family men by day, *AM Stereo pull the ol’ Bruce Banner at night and transform into a drunken, rockin’ Hulk of a band. Once labeled by a friend as “disaster rock,” the band’s sound is a testament to the members’ long-running love affair with the loose, jangly, post-punk, pre-alternative college-radio rock of the 1980s and early ’90s. “Drink Club,” the lead track on their new Can’t (Gentlemen’s Recording), is a funny, touching, anthemic ode to booze and buds that’ll have you looking for the repeat button and the fridge. ThePhoenix.com and New England Product team up to bring you *AM Stereo with the Brett Rosenberg Problem and Saturn Effect this Friday, March 3, at Bill’s Bar, 5.5. Lansdowne St, Boston; visit phoenixbandguide.com for more free *AM Stereo mp3s.

DOWNLOAD: *AM Stereo, "Drink Club" (mp3)

MP3 of the Week

LISTEN: UV Protection, "UV Protection Theme" (mp3)

Previously available on the Internet and on tiny plastic discs, the debut album by these avatars of electropop future has finally been re-released on . . . old-fashioned wax? Yup. It still hiccups like Devo scoring Doctor Who with an all-woman cast. Or like Le Tigre meeting operatic-disco queen Klaus Nomi and forgoing feminism in lieu of chemistry. Nothing, of course, approximates the hyper-theatrical UV Pro live show, which you can catch Friday as part of ThePhoenix.com/New England Product series at Bill’s Bar.

Sure, the RUDDS have impeccable ’70s and ’80s references — lots of bands do. But few people are more fun to watch than frontman John Powhida. When he jumps off the stage, unleashes his falsetto, and does suggestive things with the mike, he’s plugging into the time-honored rock tradition of straight guys pretending to be gay. Which brings us to the second Rudds album, Get the Femuline Hang On, a disc about having it both ways — being funny and serious, doing heavy rock and old-school R&B. On “Astrological Sign Choker” they’re in hairy-chest glam-metal mode. Rad. Catch the band headlining ThePhoenix.com/New England Product series this Friday at Bill’s Bar with Ryan Lee and the Mindless, who we just wrote about in the Phoenix a couple weeks ago.

LISTEN: The Rudds, "Astrological Sign Choker" (mp3)
LISTEN: Ryan Lee and the Mindless, "Obey Me" (mp3)

READ: Phoenix interviews the Rudds
READ: Phoenix interviews Ryan Lee

It won't be official for another week or so, but sources tell OTD that after a whirlwind bidding war, Boston's Aberdeen City will sign to Columbia Records. In another local connection, their A&R rep is Maureen Kelly, a Boston University grad who while at Universal Records signed the Scissor Sisters. The band plays ThePhoenix.com/New England Product series at Bill's Bar on February 24, shortly before making their first trip to SXSW, and is readying a limited-edition 7-inch of their local hit "God Is Going To Get Sick Of Me" (which, shortly after we shouted it out, was promptly awarded song of the year at the Boston Music Awards), with a flip-side remix by Lo-Fidelity All-Stars.

PREVIOUSLY ON OTD: here, with mentions here, here, here.

LISTEN: Aberdeen City, "God Is Going To Get Sick Of Me" (mp3)
LISTEN: Aberdeen City, "In Combat" (mp3)

The guys in Taxpayer came of age in the same North Shore scene that spawned Cave In and Piebald -- but, being a teeny bit younger, bounced from hardcore to emo to "pink floyd shit" before settling on statuesque, anthemic pop with a commercial sheen: they're the type of dudes who have been known to put the best looking guy in the band closest to the camera for press photos, even when he's not the singer. Let's not be mad at that. Instead, let's talk about songs that take where Minor Threat wanted to go in '82 -- half of them, by their own admission, wanted to be in U2; the other half wanted to be in, well, Fugazi -- and weld it to the frigid stratospheres and star-crossed vocal melodies of Coldplay and OK Computer-era Radiohead. The tune below has already been a favorite over at WFNX, and tomorrow (January 6) the band kicks off a weekly New England Product/PhoenixBandGuide series at Bill's Bar, 5.5 Lansdowne Street, behind Fenway Park (and more importantly, around the corner from our office). Call 617.421.9678. Also on board this week: Static of the Gods, Choo Choo LaRouge.

:ISTEN: Taxpayer, “When They Were Young” (mp3)
LISTEN: Static of the Gods, "Small Molecules" (mp3)
LISTEN: Choo Choo LaRouge, "The Kind of Noise" (mp3, via MySpace)

PREVIOUSLY:
Phoenix reviews Taxpayer's Bones and Lungs.
Phoenix reviews Lunch Records' 4x4

Coming this Friday: the first in a weekly series of ThePhoenix.com/WFNX/OTD (!) shows at Bill's Bar. Actually, we just kinda jumped on the bandwagon for some shows that FNX New England Product host Dave Douglas booked. Schedule (subject to change) as follows. We've got guest list if anyone wants to go, just hit us up in the comments section or email onthedownload at phx dot com. We'll have mpfrees up on Thursday.

Schedule thus far:

All shows 21+, doors at 9pm, $5 cover

January 6
Taxpayer
Static of the Gods
Choo Choo La Rouge

January 13
Muck & The Mires
The Radio Knives
World's Greatest Sinners

January 20
Bon Savants
Aloud
The Everyday Visuals

January 27
The Rudds
Ryan Lee & The Mindless
Blanketeer

February 10
Ad Frank & The Fast Easy Women
Anushka Pop

February 24
Aberdeen City
The Living Sea
The Russians