By Mark Zurlo Photos By Mark Zurlo They say that when your ears ring, pharmacy it means you’ve lost just a little bit of hearing, site and you’ll never get it back again. It sounds like a harsh reality (if it’s true), but it’s something that most music fans have come to accept. After Wednesday […]
By Jeeyoon Kim and Mark Zurlo The Flaming Lips are well know for their surrealistic and truly psychedelic rock show, advice which often includes a human hamster ball, health a dizzying light display, and a shit load of confetti. This year, the Lips released their thirteenth album, The Terror, a plunge into the darker nooks […]
I don’t know where Bill Callahan’s mind wanders when he sings, but I do know that if there is one person who could start a fire by glaring at some sticks, it’s him.
As I approached the Sinclair Tuesday night, the line to enter spilled down the venue’s front steps, curving around the bend and down into an adjacent alley.
Northern Irish band Two Door Cinema Club quickly rose to indie rock glory from the debut of their album Tourist History in 2010, and their first show out of two weekend nights at the Royale (followed by a special dj-set dance party which this unfortunately underage writer could not attend) sealed their claim to fame.
When Kyle Morton was a small boy, an insect bite changed his life forever. Undiagnosed for years, the Lyme disease transferred through the bite wreaked havoc on his body, cutting off possibilities, shaving away precious time, and placing Morton eye-to-eye with the imminent reality of death.
The lineup featured at The Sinclair on Thursday was just as much a collection of musicians as it was weirdoes, which is to be expected from the U.S.A. and Canada Burgerama “Caravan of Stars Tour 2013.”
Chomping at the bit to cover my first show for Allston Pudding, I stepped through the Sinclair doors almost a full hour before the openers took the stage and three before headliners, The Ballroom Thieves. And inside was an uncanny semblance to a typical post-prom party. Two by two awkward couples were posted up against the wall, on the stairs, at the bar, slowly milking alcohol for all its social lubricant clout.
It’s easy to take one listen to Daughter’s “Landfill” and write Elena Tonra off as an overly emotional girl pining over her last breakup. Yet when Daughter came through Boston on Friday night, she proved that expectation wrong.
By Christine Varriale Photos by Christine Varriale I strolled into The Sinclair Sunday evening as it was starting to fill up for True Widow, no rx quickly realizing my poor outfit choice of a Justin Timberlake/Jay Z shirt for essentially a metal show. Maybe if it was studded I would have gotten by without weird looks? […]