Cheap beer, intimacy, and new sounds are all things we look for in a relationship. If you have never been to Club 1808, it is about time you form one with it. The place is making its mark on the east-side with cutting edge programming that appeals to both noise-freaks and indie rockers alike. more ›

There's a kind of mystique about Elvis, or, at least, what qualifies as mystique these days. The local four-piece has no web presence save a barren MySpace, though in the last couple of years they've made themselves known in more important circles, namely the Red River punk scene and Gerard Cosloy's Casual Victim Pile compilation. The track that appeared on that (reluctantly) scene-defining document, "Mommy's Little Soldiers", is a hellish psychedelic trip, Hunter S. Brian's incantory vocals sounding out like a spell over a murky guitar line maxed out on reverb and treble. The track is representative of the noisy post-punk on their 2009 self-released debut album, Heavily Decorated, which manages to combine the spare atmospherics and vocal stylings of Joy Division with the droning dissonance of Suicide to create a terror-shot, acid-fried psychedelic sound. A Ralph Steadman drawing would not have been out of place as the cover art. more ›

Sometimes you hear bands that are just meant, like, by the sheer nature of their music, for the soundtrack of a badass film--a preferably artsy film, and quite possible violent. Surely, when that movie is indomitably un-Hollywood, it's makes for all the better listening, as the somewhat problematically named Horse + Donkey headline a nice little set tonight at Lamberts Downtown Barbeque, a fine dining establishment and music house in the heart of the 2nd Street district. Sounding not terribly unlike a European-influenced and pop-suppressant version of recent indie hypesters Tapes N Tapes, Horse + Donkey mushes a churningly forward-moving bass rhythm, jangling surfer guitars, steady percussion, and confident vocals into music it'd be no shock hearing as the credits roll. more ›