Hold your breath no longer. URB brings your our 15th Annual Next 100 Issue in its entirety. From our cover of collab colossus N.A.S.A, shot by Yeah Yeah Yeahs guitarist Nick Zinner, all the way through to a new closing column by Mr. Mo Wax James Lavell, issue 157 does what URB does best. Discovering the future of music and culture. Enjoy.
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The self-proclaimed and undisputed “King of Connecticut,” rapper/producer Apathy just announced the name of his new album and, um…what? He’s calling it Wanna Snuggle?, which wouldn’t be so bad, if Apathy was really Bright Eyes…but he’s not. (I’ve met both men…and they’d probably hate each other.)
Apathy is a dude whose sparsely-updated blog is called Welcome to Assholeville, the same fella who ripped the ridiculous Jack White guitar lick from “Seven Nation Army” to absolute streds without a smidgeon of remorse, the same guy that beat up Cage and Copywrite back in the day. Wanna Snuggle? Really?
Since I’m the second most famous person from Willimantic, CT, working in music…I’m sure I’ll have more details on this as they come about.
Leaving the lazy river-pool at a palm tree-lined concrete oasis in Indio, CA, at 1:30 pm for Coachella, a festival goer fully expects the “10 minute drive” to take at least an hour. Entering the festival (drive, park, trek to gate, line for ticket, line for frisking) at 4:05 pm, there was just enough time for a beer with The Presets and a little chat with Crystal Method before watching the Black Keys bring down the blues before sunset. Last night, Crystal Method played their second live non-DJ set in 5 years, supporting their new album of self-produced material. After so long and with new gear, they seemed a bit antsy, but the duo’s closing set in the Sahara tent knocked the socks off everyone not weeping over the ex-Beatle singing “Yesterday,” “Helter Skelter,” and “Can’t Buy …
The crowd was ready for a night of dancing, and Junior Boys complied with their languid grooves Thursday night in Chicago. The Canadian electropop duo was a trio on this night with a drummer locking in their beats and adding some extra push to the proceedings. But while they were the picture of restraint excess, opener Max Tundra was everything else. His rough around the edges energy properly fired things up at the start of the show.
Max Tundra
With a keyboard and a table full of toys and other gadgets, Tundra performed from within a pen of equipment, but it certainly couldn’t contain his expressive spirit or his buoyant electronic sounds. He spent the set in constant motion, jumping and waving his arms to exalt the crowd, or …
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