The Massachusetts music scene is divided. This isn’t a negative division, just an uncanny, albeit natural one. Local bands tend to flock to their own ‘tribes’ of music, and from here they expand and begin to walk the lines between shows and bands you like to hear.
Sure, you might see a punk show on Monday and a chillwave band on Thursday and so on, but usually you favor one sound over another because you’re a busy bee and time is honey. It’s been the same for years, and the Prefab Messiahs can vouch. More
If you measure a band’s success by record releases, world tours, and beers consumed, look no further: Ramming Speed is your pick for a new king. The quintet formed in 2007 and after many lineup changes, shitty jobs and destroyed practice spaces, things started to look up: they were signed to Prosthetic Records in February of 2013, debuted their full-length “Doomed To Destroy, Destined To Die” in June 2013, and shacked up in an Allston loft (named Uncle Crummy’s) to host shows and live their lives as gods amongst party rockers. More
If you’re anything like me, you’ve been binge-listening to Hank Wood & The Hammerheads since they released their “Go Home!” LP in 2012 and you have considered them the best modern garage punk band…perhaps ever. Fronted by shaved, angry New Yorker Hank Wood and backed by a brood of musicians dubbed ‘the Hammerheads,’ their musical abilities are diverse to say the least: ranging from wind chimes to cowbells to auxiliary standing drums, it would be an understatement to call them an intimidating crew of musicians. Their newest LP, “Stay Home!” is another Toxic State release that diverges from the street that “Go Home!” started walking down. More
My girlfriend asked me what I wanted for my birthday a month ago, and without hesitation, I demanded that she purchase tickets for us to see Mick Foley perform stand up comedy at Kowloon in Saugus on June 28. While most of my snooty hip friends rolled their eyes at the idea of seeing the hardcore legend, I had been a loyal Foley fan for years, even after passing over my wrestling phase of fandom that so many other pubescent boys felt in the late ’90s and early ’00s. Chinese food? Exotic liquors? A night with Mrs. Foley’s baby boy and laughter? 8th grade me would kill to be 26-year old me right now. As it turns out, the result was just as strange and entertaining as I anticipated.