GG Allin lives! Like Tupac and Elvis, this particularly infamous punker continues to live on in various forms of multimedia, and he’s finally made it to DVD. The documentary, entitled Hated, chronicles Allin‘s insane life and includes live material so fans can finally watch him without fearing for their own lives.

Indie mathematicians Minus the Bear are preparing to once again rock your argyle socks off. Their autumnal tour will give you just enough time to get used to Planet of Ice, their new album out August 21, and replacement keyboardist, Alex Rose.

Over a six-night stint at New York’s Jazz Standard, composer/trumpeter Dave Douglas and companions Donny McCaslin (tenor sax), Uri Caine (fender rhodes), James Genus (bass), and Clarence Penn (drums) performed and recorded twelve sets that were subsequently captured on this two-disc selection for Greenleaf Music.

It’s been a few years since progressive, gothic instrumentalists Miasma & the Carousel of Headless Horses put out new tunes. That will shortly be no longer the case as the epic group is one of the latest to record a limited-edition release for Southern Records‘ Latitudes series.

Several years ago, I was lucky enough to be in the right place at the right time and score a job at Gramaphone Records (Chicago).

Nick Cave has made a career of sticking to his guns. He has certainly changed musical direction, band members, and hairstyles since his first howls with The Birthday Party, but his unique vision and determination remain.

Relying as much on furious explosions of saxophone and uncompromising tenor/baritone melodies as crunches of distortion and choppy metal riffs, the seven members of horn-heavy conglomeration Jerseyband faithfully fulfill their self-bestowed description of being pioneers of “lungcore.”

Contrary to popular belief, video really only maimed the radio star. The internet’s here to finish the job, and Scion broadBand may be the death knell.

It turns out that Nottingham is not the historical home of Robin Hood and his Merry Men (though its residents couldn’t remember their actual origins). But what it lacks in men in tights it makes up with Selectadisc, far and away the best independent record store I visited during a recent journey to the United Kingdom.

With the release of John Vanderslice‘s sixth solo album, Emerald City, the forty-year-old, analog-obsessed San Franciscan turns to the familiar themes and images that have made all of his previous albums glisten with an inimitable blend of intimacy and humor (oceans, tall buildings, relationships in peril, etc.).