Pouty is the solo project of Rachel Gagliardi, formerly of Slutever. In the last few years the Philly artist has jetted back and forth between her hometown and Los Angeles, where she is primarily based. Her latest release, out now via Get Better Records, was written and recorded in Philadelphia with the help of Al Creedon (Control Top) and drummer Ricardo Lagamasino (Lucy Dacus). Continue reading →
Jazz legend Herbie Hancock takes the stage at the Kimmel Center tonight for what’s sure to be a sweeping musical journey — the pianist and composer has 41 studio albums to pull from, after all. The groundbreaking musician got his start back in the 50s and 60s and is known for his ever-changing innovative style. Hancock is currently in the midst of an extensive world tour and reportedly prepping for a new album. Get a taste of Hancock’s current touring tunes via the NPR video below, and find tickets and more information on tonight’s show on the XPN Concert Calendar. Continue reading →
Philly’s Rachel Gagliardi brings her four-piece punk outfit Pouty to Boot and Saddle tonight to open for Long Island’s Tender Defender (formerly Latterman). After spending a year and change in California when her first band Slutever moved across country, Gagliardi returned to Philly back in December, and brought a bit of a poppy West Coast sensibility with her, along with the new project, which she started as a solo project in LA. Joining her in the live band are Cat Park of Amanda X, Marisa Dabice of Mannequin Pussy and Evan Bernard of Superweaks. Also performing tonight is Podacter. For tickets and more information, check out the XPN Concert Calendar. Continue reading →
Whenever anyone decides to move from balmy Los Angeles to Philadelphia right before the dead of winter, you have to question their sanity a bit. Rachel Gagliardi did just that – but she’s not totally unprepared. She got her start in Philly, after all, performing in the punk duo Slutever and then relocating to the west coast. For the trip back, she’s brought along her new project Pouty.
The has just released the music video for “Sad,” the second track off of their debut EP Take Me to Honey Island. Although the album was recorded both in Philly and in L.A., it still feels solidly West Coast. The track’s sunny vibes are similar to fellow Philly-via-L.A. transplants Girlpool, and they’re matched in the video by the equally sunny, blue skies of Los Angeles. Continue reading →
Seattle pop-punk quartet Tacoat headlines Underground Arts tonight. The group produces music reminiscent of the 90’s riot grrrl feminist music movement that also originated in Washington State. Supporting Tacocat will be Daddy issues, Queen of Jeans, and Pouty all bands that dabble in their own unique genres that fall somewhere on the spectrum of grunge, pop and punk. Most recently, Tacocat released their third studio album Lost Time in April of 2016 with the label, Hardly Art. Take a look at their ultraviolet video for “Talk” from their new record. For more info on this 21+ event, head to the XPN Concert Calendar. Continue reading →
There are a handful of adolescence-defining songs for which I can remember exactly where I was and what I was doing when I first heard them. No Doubt’s “Just a Girl” is one of those songs. I have vivid memories of sitting by myself in the family room of my childhood home, watching MTV’s Alternative Nation at midnight and seeing that music video for the first time. There was No Doubt frontwoman Gwen Stefani, a doe-eyed and pouty-lipped atomic force of energy shining like a beacon at the end of the tunnel that was my grunge-filled childhood. Not too long after, I caught No Doubt at the Electric Factory and in turn, Stefani became the first female musician I ever saw perform live. All I remember is trying really hard not to cry. Back then I was far too young to understand those emotions or why they were happening, but it certainly wasn’t the last time I’d experience them in a concert setting.
Spring forward nearly two decades and I’m seeing Gwen Stefani again during her This Is What The Truth Feels Like tour. In support of the album of the same name – her first in ten years – last Tuesday’s stop in Camden, NJ was only the fourth of a 27-city solo trek which was plagued before it even began by embarrassingly low ticket sales as critics continue to dismiss Stefani’s third solo effort as a mere vehicle to promote her new role as judge on NBC’s The Voice. And so, baffling was the choice, once the house lights were cut, to greet the audience not with the guiltily pleasurable “Hollaback Girl”, the undeniably infectious “The Sweet Escape” or hell, even the current saccharine single “Make Me Like You,” but with a video clip of Stefani explaining how she believed she was finished with music a long time ago.
Experimental folk-rockers My Son Bison perform tonight at The Fire for the last night of the Sundrop Music Festival. Also performing will be Hodera, Slingshot Dakota, Water Polo, and Bad Orb. For tickets and more information, check out the XPN Concert Calendar.Continue reading →
In Time Capsule, we ask artists to revisit songs they may have forgotten: pieces they wrote, released, and packed away—until now. Each month, we’ll pick one band who will pick one song and tell us the story behind where they were and what they were thinking when they wrote it.
Last January, Queen of Jeans was born. I remember because around that time the long-standing Passyunk Avenue King of Jeans sign was rumored to be in danger of coming down. At first, I saw Queen of Jeans to be social media’s answer to the handful of people distraught about losing this icon—which featured a shirtless man in Springsteen-tight jeans, kissing a lady who’s passionately crouched down in front of him. But that was something different—a collaboration between street artist Kid Hazo and general Philly-loving t-shirt designers of South Fellini.
And at the same time that these jokers putting up signs insinuating that maybe it was time for ladies to rule the hood, a group of them were already working on it.
Queen of Jeans is also the name that songwriter Miriam Devora gave her then-brand-new project which included guitarist Matheson Glass, bassist Nina Scotto and drummer Patrick Wall. And yes, the group is from South Philly, but they’ve got a sweet and sour ‘60s surf style that couldn’t sound further removed from that part of town with its wiz-covered potholes, hoagie shops and sexed-up Greaser signage.
In this month’s edition of Time Capsule we spoke with Miriam, lead singer, guitarist and original conspirator behind Queen of Jeans.
After the release of several cassettes, Japanese Breakfast will release a new full length debut album, Psychopomp on April 1st on Yellow K Records. Recorded in Eugene, Oregon, the album was co-produced by Zauner with Ned Eisenberg. Continue reading →
There are ways to deal with frustration and disappointment through music. You could take the pouty, solitary route – and certainly, singers from Nick Drake to Night Beds have done that with breathtaking results. You can do the aggro-bummer thing – I think of course of the nu-metal nadir of aughties angsty “modern rock.” Or, you could do something that’s less of a drag, something that doesn’t stew in upsetness but channels it into a positive release.
Now, I can’t claim to know what exactly Hugh Moretta and his bandmates in The National Rifle are upset about. They don’t provide us with many specific lyrical clues, either. There a lot of vagueness about not wanting, and not having. But on the new Almost Endless – the band’s full-length debut, and it’s most refined effort to date – the frustration is palpable, as is the joy.
Having garnered a reputation as a hard-touring party band on the night club / house show circuit, TNR’s sound was formerly scraggly and boisterous. But with a few notable exceptions – “Jazz History of the World” from the Vanity Press EP, and it’s self-depricating opening stroke “I’m the same age my mother was when she had me, but I’m not grown up” – it didn’t particularly tug at any emotions, short of “let’s have fun.” This album takes that honest, reflective side of the band and chases it full speed ahead. Continue reading →