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    Don’t Bunk It Up, Tony Hsieh

    By Jarret Keene

    Yayo Taco reopened? Alas, the once-mighty underground punk/metal venue across from UNLV has no immediate plans to host any shows. Drat! I popped in there recently to chew some killer nachos and found owner Cho Yiu posing with some ladies from South Dakota. They’d seen Yayo on Food Network show Diners, Drive-ins and Dives and wanted a souvenir picture with Yiu. They loved the food.

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    Canadian rock invasion

    By Jarret Keene

    Three cool Canadian bands coming to Vegas this week? Must be something in the maple syrup. All-girl Ontario alt-rockers Hunter Valentine stalks the Bunkhouse at 9:30 p.m. Nov. 1 with female-fronted L.A. anthemic-pop outfit Queen Caveat. Hunter Valentine is the darker, gothier, sexier side of the bill. Gorgeous, charismatic singer/guitarist Kiyomi McCloskey delivers songs with […]

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    Canadian rock invasion

    By Jarret Keene

    Three cool Canadian bands coming to Vegas this week? Must be something in the maple syrup.

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    Zombie ballads, Virginia sludge, loud ladies

    By Jarret Keene

    The best under-the-radar shows take place after the weekend, and the first is Troubled Coast, a rough-and-tumble melodic-punk group from Berkeley, Calif. At 6:30 p.m. Oct. 2, they play a free show at Zia Records (4503 W. Sahara Ave.). The band’s most recent release is 7-inch vinyl record, I’ve Been Thinking About Leaving You, and it’s a brisk listen. The guitars get pretty math-rock (as in technical) on tracks such as “Patient Hands,” but there’s always a spot where the hook finally arrives and things open up and go widescreen.

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    Reverb-erations, inhalations, experimentations

    By Jarret Keene

    Neon Reverb added a couple of last-minute shows you should know about. On Sept. 14 at Azul Tequila (115 N. Seventh St.), two local bands will add their rock ’n’ roll flame to the festival’s musical bonfire: indie outfit Earth Rising and The Burning Symphony, which is wunderkind Wyatt McKenzie’s new Pixies-style grunge project. Then, on Sept. 15, also at Azul Tequila, Leogun—a Zeppelin-ish hard-rock outfit—arrives from London fresh from launching Yamaha’s new record label (Yamaha Entertainment Group).

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    Phoenix grind, Jamaican jams and Austin facials

    By Jarret Keene

    It’s all about scraping the underground’s underbelly for cool sounds this week.

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    Royal vermin, silent comedians, metal puppetry

    By Jarret Keene

    The Royal House entertainment director Ryan Pardey (who also fronts my favorite indie-rock band, Halloween Town) apologized to me for asking punk bands to turn down their amps last month. See, because of noise levels, which can affect the nearby front desk, punk and metal are mostly verboten at The Royal. But The Vermin (of all groups!) ended up headlining a show for the first and likely only time. Can’t say I blame the Royal House for wishing to maintain its standing as Vegas’ top indie-rock nook.

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    Veterans of the indie-rock wars

    By Jarret Keene

    THOSE FAMILIAR WITH aerodynamics and sports such as bicycling and NASCAR racing know about “drafting,” also called slipstreaming or tailgating. An object in motion follows closely behind another so as to reduce drag and save fuel. In sports, drafting is acceptable, even preferred. In nature, the V formation of migrating birds suggests the practice is, well, natural. However, in local indie-rock promotions, it’s dubious at best.

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    Finnish death, Cali thrash, Brokeback country

    By Jarret Keene

    Ever have a week when you look at the music offerings and think to yourself, “I need to buy stock in Red Bull?” Studying my upcoming dance card, I plan on chasing my energy-drink addiction with espresso shots. Demi Moore, watch your ass!

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    Rites and Exhalations

    By Jarret Keene

    Doom metal—a genre marked by slow, heavy, Sabbath-grade guitar riffs and plodding, bone-shattering rhythms—is exploding. Thanks to the Internet, the underground is not obscure and even National Public Radio heaps praise upon the genre. But for local drummer Jeremy Brenton, who beats the skins for and engineers the music made by Demon Lung, doom isn’t a bandwagon upon which to jump. It’s the kind of aggressive, unhurried rock he’s dreamed of creating for a decade.

  • Concerts

    Time Crashers

    By Jarret Keene

    In the annals of Las Vegas novelty punk—a list that includes masked surf-rockers Monster Zero and long-ago all-female act the Pull-Outs—only Time Crashers possess the distinction of having packed a taquería with pierced-and-tatted teens and library-humping grad students on a Thursday night. The band, which made its live debut dressed in time-travel jumpsuits, is equal parts sci-fi stand-up comedy and dumber-than-a-brain-dead-caveman garage riffs. Frontman Nikola Tesla (a.k.a.

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    Time travel, Sleaze Rock, Acoustical Jams

    By Jarret Keene

    This first full weekend of shows suggests we're in for a hell of a year in live music. Can't wait to absorb it all.

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    Gross Tonnage

    By Jarret Keene

    File them under experimental noise. Avant-garde sludge. Post-metal. Ambient doom. Whatever you do, don’t call ’em “rock,” OK? These guys have more in common with the colossal French supertanker from which they take their name than The Beatles.

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    Sound ordinance, Singaporeans and Sludge

    By Jarret Keene

    Glance at this column, and you know what I love: eardrum-killing music executed without regard to an audience’s well-being, much less to sleeping habits of a rock club’s surrounding neighbors. But something crucial was omitted from September’s City Council-led discussion of a proposed noise ordinance for Fremont East. Downtown music venues need to get their shit together.

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    Witch accusers, beat punks, jazz singers

    By Jarret Keene

    Variety is the spice of the life, they say. Well, it certainly holds true for this week’s Las Vegas music calendar, which is so fiery I might come away with a serious case of earburn.

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