Rhyme Horizon: Grieves & Budo @ The Marquis

In support of their highly emotive and highly focused album Together/Apart, Grieves and Budo are embarking on their first headlining tour. The duo, fresh off the Vans Warped Tour and Atmosphere's Family Sig...

Festival Window: Global Locals

Gallons of ink have been spilled by music writers trying to capture a fraction of the massive natural mojo and aural perfection of Red Rocks. That our backyard was once considered one of the world’s seven w...

Synth City: Chain Gang of 1974

Kamtin Mohager has checked everything off his bucket list. And he's only 25. “I created the list when I was 16. I've crossed everything off, which is unbelievable. Ninety-eight percent of my influences are ...

Showdown: Nathaniel Rateliff @ The Fox

Nathaniel Rateliff. Sound familiar? If it doesn't, where the hell have you been? Seriously. Not only is he currently one of the finest talents afloat, but he is also from Denver and one of our most famous--...

Music Monday: Download Cards vs. CDs

This past weekend, audiophiles from around the world celebrated Record Store Day, in which all independently owned records stores come together on the third Saturday of every April and throw a big party for mus...

Robot Romancer: Mu$a

Spend more time on Facebook than with flesh and blood faces? Prefer the company of your computer? Fembots get you hot and bothered? Dying to boink a droid? Mu$a's new concept mix My Robot Girlfriend uses mu...

Bearded Bard: John Common

Once upon a time, John Common was a zombie. A white collar zombie, to be precise. If only his life at the time was half as exciting as films like Shaun of the Dead or Zombieland. Following tassel flipping a...

Hindsight: Dateless @ DeVotchKa

I had free tickets to Devotchka's Valentine's Day Gala & CD Release Party Saturday night. My date left with flu symptoms sometime between Denver's Gregory Alan Isakov, and the L.A. based punk/mariachi b...

Devotchka: Squeezebox for your Main Squeeze

Nick Urata may not have wings sprouting out of his back or a cloth diaper covering his junk, but that doesn't mean he isn't a modern embodiment of the arrow-slinging cherub. Hopped up on human growth hormone. And with a flamenco-leaning axe and soaring pipes in place of the bow. Urata and his melodic co-conspirators in Devotchka—filling The Fillmore with amour February 12—have been sound-tracking Denver area devotees' V-Days for the better part of a decade.

Floaters: Tennis

“You don't know what living is until you're eating oatmeal at dawn and watching a shark feeding next to your boat.” Plenty of bands make sacrifices for their craft, but few literally risk life and limb. Tennis twosome Patrick Riley and Alaina Moore did just that, sailing the seven seas for seven months—armed only with book smarts and IQ gleaned from DVDs. “Marathon”, a tune Pitchfork blogged about last June, details a near-death experience they had on the open water.

Beat Diet: Troy Pierce & Heartthrob

V-Day is on the "whorizon", and nothing spells romance like cold, soulless techno. I kid, of course. Haters make minimal out to be the most repetitive, snore-inducing genre in existence, but devotees know t...