Thursday night, Manchester’s own Delphic took the outdoor stage at Dangerbird Records to bestow the crowd below with the urge to dance. After a set perfectly infused with a wreath of synth, guitar, vocals, and drums, the boys headed backstage to relax, while coyly avoiding the crowd gathered around the television that was showing the last quarter of the Lakers game. It’s OK guys, we all know that “football” is the thing in the UK and doing an interview for China Shop over watching Kobe Bryant was a good enough excuse for me.
Monthly Archives: June 2010
Uncategorized Tumblr Creatively Encourages Youth Participation in Gulf Efforts
No, Bruce Springsteen and Willie Nelson have not taken over Radio City Music Hall… and George Clooney has yet to collect Hollywood’s elite for a chic televised fund raiser that gives them uber street cred… According to media outlets, The BP disaster that has devastated the Gulf Coast is so horrific that we will be dealing with the repercussions for decades. Hundreds out of jobs, animals sick and dying. Kim Kardashian was recently under intense fire from PETA for a photo she tweeted picking up a kitten by the excess skin on the back of it’s neck – yet their lack of anger towards BP and the heartbreaking photos of sea life drenched in black muck has received far less attention.
Featured Gallery Music Dangerbird Records Knows How to Party
Delphic, Jon Fratelli, Fresh Fries, an open bar, and ice cream…what more could you ask to be included in one evening? This menagerie of amusement was hosted by Dangerbird Records and JBL at the Dangerbird headquarters on Thursday. The party turnout was superb, especially given the fact that the NBA finals were on, with the Lakers fighting tooth-and-nail for the title. Dangerbird was kind enough to play the friendly host card and provide outdoor television screens for those internally conflicted between the bands on stage and the purple and yellow on screen.
Music Tuesday Newsday: New Releases by Chemical Brothers, Danzig, Ozzy, Macy Gray, and Front Line Assembly
This week, Ozzy’s back with his latest, Scream; Glenn Danzig shuns all possible accusation of femininity with Deth Red Sabaoth; and electronica pioneers Front Line Assembly concoct another gem. Also, jazz legend Herbie Hancock unleashes The Imagine Project, a video and music collaboration with everyone from Dave Matthews to John Legend and Derek Trucks (the last of which is also out with a new one).
Chemical Brothers – Further
The Constellations – Southern Gothic
Danzig – Deth Red Sabaoth
Eminem – Recovery
Derek Trucks Band – Roadsongs
Front Line Assembly – Improvised. Electronic. Device.
Macy Gray – The Sellout
Herbie Hancock – The Imagine Project
Cyndi Lauper – Memphis Blues
Kele Okereke – The Boxer
Ozzy Osbourne – Scream
The Roots – How I Got Over
Sia – We Are Born
Stars - The Five Ghosts
Uffie - Sex Dreams & Denim Jeans
Art/Design A Decade of Dark Arts in Salt Lake City
It’s always a little sad when good things come to an end, even when that end signals new beginnings.
Last weekend, Salt Lake City’s Dark Arts Festival celebrated a decade of operation with its final installment, the three-day Alumni Festival that featured performers who’ve appeared at the event over the past ten years. Clint Catalyst, a good friend and man of many hats, hosted the DAF back in 2002 and was invited to join the party. He recruited goth-rock veteran Paris Sadonis [Premature Ejaculation, EXP, etc.] and me along for the ride. We cooked up a very special, butoh-inspired performance piece, piled into Clint’s hatchback, and set out for the land of goths and mormons to help The Dark Arts festival commemorate ten years of all things dark and arty.
Music The Bomb Squad Just Wants to Set You Off
You don’t spend years working with one of the most talented groups in all of hip hop-dom– aka Public Enemy — without earning a reputation. One of the world’s most famous hip-hop and award-winning production teams, The Bomb Squad (as well as their musical brethren in PE) are indisputable proof that the way to make it in the industry is plain and simple the ability to get audience ass on the dance floor. And BS in particular have a penchant for spinning random reggae tracks (make that lots and lots of reggae), only to shoot them down in a hail of random experimental white noise, or just simply slowing down the record to a grinding halt unexpectedly. I’m not an aficionado of reggae by any means, but it’s hard not to at least bob your head to the music of The Wailers or Peter Tosh or even that “ZungaZunga” song by Yellowman. Hey, here’s a reason why musicians and non-musicians alike have Bob Marley bumper stickers and posters and window decals: something in reggae music speaks to people, on some level, when they hear it. And it’s kind of a welcome change when a catchy classic radio staple falls victim to what is little sounds like someone defaming the classics by stopping and starting the record as it spins. Maybe it’s antics like these which keep The Bomb Squad fun to listen to — and with their stellar production work behind the sound of such classic hip-hop staples as Ice Cube’s Ameirkkka’s Most Wanted, Bel Biv Devoe (remember “Poison”?), and Run D.M.C.’s landmark classic Land of the King – it’s easy how they’ve made it as far as they have. Do yourself a favor and tune in to some of their more recent work on Red Bull Music Academy Radio.
Music A Drive Home with The Gaslight Anthem: American Slang
I ripped the protective cellophane off a freshly purchased cd package (a feeling I last felt circa 2005) and loaded the latest album by The Gaslight Anthem into the stereo of my SUV (coincidentally, also a 2005) last Tuesday. As I pulled onto the 405 toward Los Angeles, in a surprisingly supernatural phenomenon, I felt my vehicle morphing. All of a sudden I was driving my brother’s 1970 Pontiac Ventura Sprint with a drag-worthy Muncie 4-Speed and far too much power for a bunch of kids headed to classes at a rural high school. The guitar tones, the drums, lead singer Brian Fallon’s impassioned holler, and the breathless production hit me the way Vampire Weekend hits guys wearing polo shirts and loafers- only I’m a girl and Gaslight tunes spit on loafers. Almost more notably, my speedometer never dipped below 55 on my 23 mile commute up the San Diego Freeway. That could possibly be the most extraordinary thing that’s happened to me since I moved to LA a couple of years ago.
Moody Mondays Moody Mondays: Delphic

Each week, China Shop asks a person of interest to pick a mood and 5 songs that put them into that mood.
This week we spoke to the UK’s Delphic.
Mood: Transitional
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Music Cornershop: Everyone Needs a Bosom
I remember Cornershop from high school. They had a huge hit way back when with “Brimful of Asha,” though I remember little else than the “everyone needs a bosom” line, repeated ad infinitum throughout the track to the point that it got mildly irritating. In case you liked it, we’ve got that song up now. But with their latest work being showcased on the Red Bull Music Academy, I’ve been clued a bit more into what I was missing: huge, lush layers of sound — almost Phil Spector-esque, middle eastern melodies on sitar that remind me of a more tolerable Ravi Shankar; then there’s the funk-guitar of Where they won me over was when they talked about working with Allen Ginsberg in the late 90s, to do some poetry reading with the boys. You can get a dosage of their illustrious past (and lengthy career) on Red Bull Music Academy Radio now.
Music Junip: José González Has A New Crew
The last time I saw José González play was about 3 years ago at Webster Hall in NYC. It was a solo show promoting his second solo LP “In Our Nature” and I was actually lucky enough to interview him before his performance. It was a wonderful pleasure to find out that the Swedish-based, Argentinean singer/songwriter had an off-stage personality that matched his transcendental, mesmerizing, Latin-inflected, folksy rock tunes. At the end of that Webster show, he recounted a short story which threw all the attendants on a cerebral bender. He told a tale of how a religious man once flung a bible straight at his heart, and how he would have surely been killed if it wasn’t for a few bullets he was keeping in his shirt pocket. The misdirection and symbolism in the story only become clear after pondering his words for a few minutes. And therein dwells the genius of González’s music – as a listener you are absolutely transported to different dimensions and mind zones without quite understanding how he did it.











