Weaving through Denver Music, Art, Culture, and Life
Brazilian rhythms, infectious beats, and a whole lot of Freak Fam love transformed a beautiful September evening into a dance party beneath the Colorado stars.
Barnett simply plays. She strums, picks, sings and settles into the songs, allowing the band around her to fill the spaces rather than using them as scaffolding for some oversized rock spectacle.
Excision was an incredible sight to witness and the power of his music brought the individuals at Fiddler’s Green together as one last Saturday in Denver.
Opening the Red Rocks season with Liquid Stranger felt like being thrown directly into the deep end — in the best possible way. There was no slow warm-up, no easing into the night, no waiting around for the energy to find itself.
On Wednesday night, alchemy belonged entirely to Messer Chups, the Russian-born surf-psychobilly trio who play like they were raised in a Malibu garage in 1962 and force-fed every Cramps record at birth.
Boris performed several story-like songs which had their own unique plot, and contrasted this with shorter high-energy tracks, which served as a palette cleanser.
Svdden Death brought his notorious Voyd set to the dubstep lovers at Red Rocks on night one, setting the stage for the horrifying wubs to come.
The sound is crisp, vicious, and alive — the kind of analog chaos you can feel in your sternum. Pelle spins, kicks, and bellows, his voice ripping through the mix like a battle cry.
