Voodoo News: Ozzy Osbourne on His Friends

I haven’t found Ozzy Osbourne (Saturday, 9:30 p.m., Altar) menacing or scary since the early years of Black Sabbath. There was something slightly menacing in his broad grin and arch voice, particularly when paired with the relentless heaviness of the band. For most of his solo career, any darkness was mitigated by his legend, which became as heavy as Sabbath to pull around.

Sparks Nevada Now Rides the Comic Racks

“Here’s the problem with writing characters for ten years, as we’ve been doing with The Thrilling Adventure Hour: You fall in love.” Ben Acker and Ben Blacker, the writers and creators of the The Thrilling Adventure Hour podcast wrote these words in the liner notes accompanying Sparks Nevada, Marshal on Mars #0, the digital preview to the comic book adap

Riff Raff, Night Vale, and World Cup Consolation

All the Cat Powers When Alison Fensterstock wrote about Hurray for the Riff Raff’s appearance on Late Night with David Letterman, a commenter at Nola.com wrote, “One of the most overrated groups out there (how many Cat Power-lite singers are too many?), but this is admittedly a nice arrangement.” I’ll take all the Cat Power-lite singers who can write songs as bold as “The Body Electric.” Americana bands rarely suffer from a surplus of nerve, and fewer ask a ce

Riding the Tongue: The Dash Rip Rock Interview

When Dash Rip Rock released Hee Haw Hell in 2007, the band planned to premiere the redneck version of “Dante’s Inferno” at South by Southwest. Bill Davis, the band’s one constant since its beginning in the early 1980s approached me, writer John Swenson, and a handful of other people at The Continental Club a half-hour or so the band’s set to ask us if we’d read some of the text passages between songs.

Alex McMurray Will Never Be Alone ...

Alex McMurray is healthily cautious talking about himself. It's an occupational hazard, but it's one he undertakes with a note of self-deprecation. He's quick to share credit or recognize the accomplishments of others, and when I asked him in his Bywater home about how often he played in a week or month, McMurray pointed to Tin Men bandmate Matt Perrine as the real iron man who plays far more often than he does.

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