Garage rock bands are a dime a dozen and Phoenix's music scene is no exception to this plague. But every once in a while a gem comes along—in this case, dent—that reminds you why you fell in love with this genre in the first place.
It’s not just obvious tracks like ‘Sun In My Eyes’ or ‘Monsoon Daze’—there’s something about even the reference to palm trees on ‘Shapes and Things’ or the blinding sun on ‘It's You That I Find’ that reminds you of Phoenix.
Our editor-in-chief is leaving the Valley of the Spun for some shithole in California. Here's what that means for the future of PHX SUX. (Spoiler: We're not going anywhere.)
Give your ears a tickle with Wax Castle. Catchy, dark, a bit like Agent Orange or Ceremony.
Pete Petrisko tells us why it's NoMoRoRo. Calling Roosevelt Row an "Arts District" at this point might be the greatest bait-and-switch scheme Downtown Phoenix has ever witnessed.
It's like The Trunk Space never left. But it did. And its absence sucked.