What do you call a group of psychedelic songsters all grown up? A group who were often considered the younger sibling, who have come into their own? Artists who released their best piece of work yet, and musicians who unleash some of the rowdiest and strongest live touring sets ever witnessed? You call them Pond. Since the beginning, Pond wrote music and produced records faster than a label could release them. And their LP, Man It Feels Like Space Again, is Pond’s most focused composition to date. This mirrors their touring efforts, dynamic and enthralling live show, media buzz and essentially, the maturation of a musical career a long time in the making. Maybe it’s not such a bad thing growing up, especially when it’s this much fun!
This Southern band’s moniker may be a little wacky, but their particular brand of garage rock most certainly is not. Like their musical brethren the Black Lips, they bash out psych-laced garage-rock that shifts musical styles from surf to psychedelia. Check them, and their latest album The Sides and in Between, out.
Shonen Knife (Japanese: 少年ナイフ Hepburn: Shōnen Naifu?, literally “Boy Knife”) is a Japanese pop punk band formed in Osaka, in 1981. Heavily influenced by 1960s girl groups, pop bands, The Beach Boys, and early punk rockbands, such as the Ramones, the trio crafts stripped-down songs with simplistic lyrics sung both in Japanese and English.
Rock and roll aficionados need no introduction to pop songwriter Tommy Keene and pioneer punk guitarist Ivan Julian. However, what even the most dedicated listener might not know is these two Washington, DC area natives need no introduction to each other. In fact, the two were briefly in a band together in New York in …
Founded in Los Angeles by pre-teen brothers Jeff and Steven McDonald, Redd Kross cut their teeth during the first wave of LA punk rock. As the band (and the brothers) matured, they began expanding upon the punk sound. Redd Kross boldly broke new ground by intuitively and inventively mixing their eclectic inspirations.
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The Doctor T. J. Eckleburg Review was founded in 2010 as an online and print literary and arts journal. We take our title from F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby and include the full archives of our predecessor Moon Milk Review. Our aesthetic is eclectic, literary mainstream to experimental. Write hard. We appreciate fusion forms including magical realist, surrealist, meta- realist and realist works with an offbeat spin. We value character-focused storytelling and language and welcome both edge and mainstream writing with punch aesthetics. We like humor that explores the gritty realities of world and human experiences. Our issues include original content from both emerging and established writers, poets, artists and comedians such as authors, Rick Moody, Cris Mazza, Steve Almond, Stephen Dixon, poets, Moira Egan and David Wagoner and actor/comedian, Zach Galifianakis.
Currently, Eckleburg runs online, daily content of original fiction, poetry, nonfiction, translations, and more with featured artwork — visual and intermedia — from our Gallery. We run annual print issues, the Eckleburg Reading Series (DC, Baltimore and New York), as well as, the annual Gertrude Stein Award in Fiction, first prize $1000 and print publication, guest-judged by award-winning authors such as Rick Moody and Cris Mazza. Write hard.
We have collaborated with a number of talented and high profile literary, art and intermedia organizations in DC, Baltimore and New York including The Poetry Society of New York, KGB Bar, Brazenhead Books, New World Writing (formerly Mississippi Review Online), The Hopkins Review, Boulevard, Gargoyle Magazine, Entasis Press, Barrelhouse, Hobart, 826DC, DC Lit and Iowa’s Mission Creek Festival at AWP 2013, Boston, for a night of raw comedic lit and music. We like to promote smaller indie presses, galleries, musicians and filmmakers alongside globally recognized organizations, as well as, our local, national and international contributors.
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