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Turner played his hollow-bodied bass guitar with such fervour it was hard to tell whether the booming, overblown sound was the result of a fuzz pedal or simply a guitar pushed to its limits, until it became all but indistinguishable from the thump of the bass drum. Hayes wiggled his hips in the prescribed provocative fashion, creating roiling layers of guitar haze in truly elegant style. The band wasn’t big on audience interaction, but from the heads bobbing in the audience, they didn’t need to be. Though technically opening for British art-rockers...
...flashier neighbor, right down through its recent sale. An added bonus: the hotel is within walking distance of my new favorite restaurant in Palm Springs, the casually inventive Johannes, where--somewhat paradoxically, considering its location in the desert--my wife and I had the best sea bass of our lives...
...someone affiliated with the team had decided to use the public address system as many Major League ballparks do—not just for player announcements, but for personalized theme music. And so, the several dozen fans who showed up were treated to the jittery interplay of cowbell and bass as Harvard starter Justin Nyweide went through his warmups...
...beats are equally impressive: “A Charmed Life” lays uplifting bass plucks over cymbal-heavy jazz drums; “Satisfied?” boasts an infectious dub groove; “How Real It Is” breaks unexpectedly into vibrant drum ’n bass. At his best, J-Live succeeds in making his voice one with the tracks; they become inseparable. Whether he’s imploring a girl to choose her men wisely, ruminating on the false sense of righteousness the government forged after Sept. 11, or telling studio thugs...
...song apart as electric squelches and null-lines further the sense of claustrophobia. “Ping Pong” uses, appropriately, the sound of bouncing ping pong balls to accentuate its streamlined boom-bap. “Silver Heat” juxtaposes jazzy scat with fat analog bass, and “Mega” swells suddenly into an awesome Wagnerian attack replete with synthetic symphony, choir and ovation. True to their name, Anti-Pop’s music borders on the absurd, thriving on its excesses. Arrhythmia is the consortium’s best work yet, eschewing...