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June 11, 1989 | STEVE HOCHMAN
Band: The Sneetches. Personnel: Mike Levy, guitar and vocals; Matt Carges, guitar; Daniel Swan, drums; Alec Palao, bass. History: Americans Levy and Carges hooked up with Englishman Swan (a veteran of the Bristol punk band the Cortinas) in San Francisco in 1985, taking the name from a Dr. Seuss story. Unable to drum up label interest in the United States, the Sneetches released a 12-inch single ("Only for a Moment") and an eight-song mini-album ("Lights Out") through the English independent label Kaleidoscope Sounds.
The debate about whether the Replacements should get serious like a great rock 'n' roll band or keep fooling around like a great rock 'n' roll band has pretty much run its course. But if straightening up was the foregone decision, Friday's Hollywood Palladium concert showed that it doesn't mean dulling out. How dull could a panorama of brilliant Paul Westerberg songs delivered with hurtling, headlong intensity by a guitar rock 'n' roll group with a pure vision and youthful unruliness be?
July 5, 1989 | CRAIG LEE
The animals were in the house at Club Lingerie, as two leaders from the latest fraternity of college-level goofball bands played their neo-toga rock. Double D Nose might perceive itself as a shotgun wedding between Metallica, James Brown and the Beastie Boys, but it's more like the Blues Brothers from Hell. Talk about your unlikely frontmen: 90-pound weakling Daniel Weizman (a.k.
June 29, 1986 | JEFF SPURRIER
"I have to say we're blessed," says Messenger guitarist Vic Butler, 29. "We're on a mission from God. It's the truth. Everything we do we try to put God first in it. . . . We all have a strong religious background." Judging from singer Doni McDaniels' recent performance at Club Lingerie, Messenger has a background in matters more secular as well. During one particularly steamy song, the bare-chested singer lay down and became, ahem, intimate with the stage floor, a la Prince.
August 16, 1985 | MARY ROURKE, Times Staff Writer
There's a trick to it, no doubt about that. The delicate art of dressing right for late-night, Hollywood clubs isn't as easy as you might think. "At one club everybody's dressed yuppie-trendy, at another they've all got safety pins through their noses. One place it's all-revealing, low-cut dresses and spike-heel shoes, and someplace else it's cowboy boots. Then sometimes people dress entirely to go with the band." This overview belongs to Michele Vice.
August 2, 1987 | KEVIN HENRY, Henry is a Calendar summer intern.
For most of its 63 years, the downtown Variety Arts Center was known as the Figueroa Playhouse, home to the Friday Morning Club. It hosted such vaudeville and Hollywood superstars as Ed Wynn, Dick Powell and Clark Gable. Today, rock 'n' roll has taken over. The marquee on the five-story, Italian Renaissance-style building at 940 S. Figueroa St. is devoted to acts with such colorful names as the Hoodoo Gurus, Jello Biafra, Thelonious Monster, the Red Hot Chili Peppers and the Feelies.
You think Paul Simon got dragged through the coals by the anti-apartheid protesters? Wait until you hear what the Coolies do to him on their album "Dig." Simon's inspirational, hymn-like "Bridge Over Troubled Water" is hammered into submission by a heavy, Bad Company-like blues-rock riff. The peppy, sunshiny "59th Street Bridge Song (Feelin' Groovy)" is transformed into a sleepy, insinuating, psychedelic dirge.
February 15, 1987 | JEFF SPURRIER and STEVE HOCHMAN
Anyone who's gone to Club Lingerie on a weekend knows how frustrating it can be. You stand outside in a long line for an hour or two only to find the club two-thirds empty when you finally get in. The problem: The Los Angeles City Fire Department, citing structural problems with the building, has limited capacity in the room--which once welcomed as many as 600 fans--to a paltry 205.
Maybe it was the beer labels and "Ace Tattoo" stickers plastered on the front door. Perhaps it was the hundreds of bottle caps embedded in the ceiling, the guitars casually lying on the floor or the rubber bats and skeletons that seemed to dangle from every spare inch of space. Something gave the distinct impression that this was the home of a rock musician.
November 23, 1986 | ELLEN SANDER, Ellen Sander is author of "Trips: Rock Life in the Sixties."
It is 9 p.m. on a Wednesday, the night when the downside of the workweek begins for most people. At the Imperial Gardens on Sunset Boulevard in Hollywood, Suze is eating sushi. She is dressed in a satin Jacquard dressing robe over a black dress, a long string of pearls draped bandoleer-style from shoulder to waist. "I tell people the robe is borrowed from Hef," she giggles. "But someone asked me if that was a store in the Beverly Center, so I stopped saying that."
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