Good news: The Dropkick Murphys AND The Mighty Mighty Bosstones AND a couple of Bruins AND the Stanley Cup all showed up at Fenway Park last night and the city of Boston didn’t self-implode! Sadly, I missed shows that at least 6 of my dearest friends were playing. Sigh. C’est la vie. Continue reading
For all those bummed that the leisurely days of Summer have once again segued into the procrastinating late-evenings of Fall, Narragansett helped put together a little something of a consolation prize: a badass line-up of the area bands you’ll be blowing off Brit Lit essays to go see. Continue reading
It’s baaaaaaaaaaack. Our daily rundown of what the hell happened in Boston last night — or in the case of Monday afternoons, this past weekend — as brought to you by Dig contributors, Boston music fans and the oftentimes misguided adventures of our own Music + Arts Editor. Continue reading
When Jeff Vachon—the harmonica-wielding frontman of Big East—and I are trying to figure out why his not-so-pigeonhole-able rock band is playing the second night of this year’s New England Americana Festival, this is what we get: “You can’t walk without feet, basically.” Continue reading
Other than a rather tepid review of Ninja Assassin, long-haul Digster Marty Caballero has pretty much stuck to his contractual stipulation that he doesn’t have to give two shits about anything that doesn’t end in “-ip hop.” And yet, if you root on through the archives, you’ll find Marty’s lent his True Journalist stamp of approval for Allston basement blues crew Big East. Why is that? Because Big East is bitchin’, that’s why. Catch twang-heavy harmoni-rock as part of the 7th Annual Berfest at O’Brien’s. For the uninitiated, Berfest is the yearly scene shoutout to birthday gals Ber and Foz, whose day of renewal draws ever nearer.
[1.29.11. 3 Harvard Ave., Allston. 617.782.6245. 7:30pm/21+/$8. obrienspubboston.com]
The New England roots scene is jauntily hitching the rails toward something of a moonshine Renaissance, as more and more folks are realizing that no matter what side of the Mason-Dixon you may find yourself on, cheap beer and a fight goes down better with a hollow body and a tune. Besides, in a few months–you’re gonna have to wear boots anyway, they might as well be stylin’. Grassroots bluegrass’ officially unofficial spokesmen Autumn Hollow have themselves a newly minted CD, and they’re celebrating appropriately at the Rosebud, alongside hoedown allies Coyote Kolb, Points North and Big East. [381 Summer St., Davis Sq., Somerville. 9pm/21+/$5. rosebudbardavis.com]