A London Fireman called Bingo introduced me to the sonic delights of The Clean (and The Birthday Party, The Swans, and Crime & the City Solution) and I never looked back. Bingo was a madman, but had great taste in music, last I heard he was a fire eater at Killing Joke shows. ‘Tis true.
Articles by Athena Butterfield
Gang of Four, February 21, 2011, Music Box Theatre, Los Angeles
Posted on March 4, 2011 Athena ButterfieldThe Music Box Theatre is another 1920s architectural gem which seem to abound in LA, thankfully. I approached this show with a mixture of curiosity, excitement and, truth told, a sense of duty. Duty bound to see these seminal, proto-punk practitioners of melodic angularity, white middle class funk and left leaning sentiments (among other things, […]
The Rolling Stones, “Plundered My Soul”
Posted on July 5, 2010 DJ Father Time and Athena ButterfieldHE SAID: Nonetheless, “Plundered My Soul” is a great song. One of the better tracks the Stones have recorded since Tattoo You. (And if I recall, Tattoo You included some “older” songs.)
SHE SAID: Exile’s exile. Something has been plundered, to be sure. Whether or not it’s Mr. Jagger’s by now splintered soul, I cannot say with certainty. I’ll ask him tomorrow at breakfast.
Paul Weller, May 26, 2010, Royal Albert Hall, London
Posted on June 1, 2010 Athena ButterfieldAny musical performance is enhanced and made magical at Royal Albert Hall. To see a legend like Paul Weller perform on its stage, just amazing. Legend? You may wonder from your Memorial Day Weekend BBQ, with the requisite ipod spitting out tinny tunes from the latest 18 syllable named band to emerge with a passable mp3 on Pitchfork…Rest assured, in the UK, he is exactly that.
The End of Midnight, The End of Midnight
Posted on February 1, 2010 Athena ButterfieldWhen midnight ends will it break a spell? Reveal ancient secrets? Or set your soul alight? So asks Elena Gonzales on her self produced debut EP.
Tinted Windows, Tinted Windows
Posted on February 1, 2010 Athena Butterfield and DJ Father TimeA recording such as this could illicit unbridled delight or scrimy cynicism. Who could have imagined these individuals appearing on a supergroup short list?