Eleven years on, Bratmobile provide a soundtrack for activism.
When the walls, literally and figuratively, caved in on Zak’s punk shows, there were a couple clubs in town that…
Orchestra Baobab bring ’70s Senegal to modern America.
Thirty-six years ago, Paul Williams started a revolution—music journalism hasn’t been the same since.
We’re not sure what a 9-pound hammer is, but we do know there’s a band of that name down South…
I’ve dealt with depression most of my life. By “dealing with it” I mean that I don’t shower for weeks…
The (International) Noise Conspiracy play to punks and politicos.
Locals These Arms Are Snakes and Harkonen lead a progressive shift in the Seattle hardcore scene.
Remembering Elliott Smith.
Getting sweet with Seattle indie-pop comers Math and Physics Club.
How Sandra Collins thinks before she spins.
Automaton play music for the moment, in the future.
Rock ‘n’ roll madman Screamin’ Jay Hawkins haunts the silver screen.
Be thankful for what you’ve got.
On Margerine Eclipse, Stereolab daydream in Technicolor.
First, the Gnome would like to extend a hearty “welcome back” to some world travelers. The acoustic Posies wrapped up…
Queens of the Stone Age’s Josh Homme axes bass player, enters cocoon, makes great rock record.
Highlights—and otherwise—of the week’s calendar.
Wed Live Music All American Metro Retro at 9 p.m. Baranof Kimball and the Fugitive Combo, Stick Shift Annie 8…
One of Seattle’s newer live music venuesand certainly one of the first to feature sleek tropical fish tanks, folded napkins,…
