The Cribs recently shared new track “Never Thought I’d Feel Again,” and its accompanying video, taken from their forthcoming eighth album, Night Network, scheduled for release via Sonic Blew/[PIAS] on Friday, Nov. 13.
Sometimes an album comes to life when a band needs it most, and the tour to support it is how the group actually reaps the spiritual, and financial, benefits of their work.
The Districts’ latest release — You Know I’m Not Going Anywhere — is said to have almost never happened: the band had nearly exhausted itself after an intense few years on the road and seemed to be searching for direction when founder and head singer Rob Grote isolated himself and put pen to pad to nurture the words that would comprise the newest LP.
The Yawpers live (Photo by Michael Passman)
Led by Nate Cook, Denver garage-punk band The Yawpers played it loud in their recent appearance at the Pearl Street Warehouse.
The band is on tour supporting their most recent album, last year’s critically acclaimed Human Question, and they got to the title track early in their set at Pearl Street Warehouse recently.
Philadelphia’s The Districts hit 9:30 Club on Tuesday, March 10, in support of You Know I’m Not Going Anywhere, their new album available on March 13 via Fat Possum.
Denver punk-garage trio The Yawpers roll through DC on Sunday, March 8, for a show at Pearl Street Warehouse. They’re touring in support of their new album Human Question, released last year via Bloodshot Records.
Sammy Brue has been called an “American prodigy” by Rolling Stone and, well, that feels like an understatement. The 18-year-old Utah-based artist put out two EPs before he was 14, his first LP, I Am Nice, by 16 and is on the edge of releasing a new album on venerable New West Records, home to many artists whom he has performed with and who call themselves fans, including Justin Townes Earle.
It was sweaty inside DC9 before the opener even took the stage, always a sure sign that the night would deliver its promise, or, at the least, help you burn some calories. Elbow-to-elbow in the 149-person, dimly-lit, second-level of the small 9th Street NW bar, fans—many of them authentic locals, including relatives of the band—were wise to get there early. After all, there won’t be too many more chances to catch Illiterate Light perform in a venue with such tight confines.