From some cruddy homemade cassette tapes and jam sessions in a South Philly row home, the Strapping Fieldhands grew into a rollicking, free-wheeling local favorite in the early 1990s, landing choice opening slots at the Khyber and going into heavy rotation on WKDU. Too off-kilter and eclectic to be labeled a simple rock band yet too exuberant to be categorized as “art music,” they defy categorization.
The rapper's high-profile music fest marks the first time there’s ever been a ticketed concert on the Ben Franklin Parkway. So why go corporate? Well, he’s been corporate.
We’re taking you on a whirlwind tour of Philly’s sonic citizens—in the clubs, on the road, off the map and over the top.
In an industry where the average length of employment can often be measured in months, Joseph Tamburro was one of the most enduring radio personalities to ever grace a mic.
Mark Lanegan & Duke Garwood Black Pudding (Ipecac) Sounds like: The nearly 50-year-old Screaming Trees founder teams with a master composer/producer for darkly beautiful and haunting Americana. Free association: His dusty sadness is a perfect match for Garwood’s ambient score. For fans of: Quiet Dinosaur Jr. x Nick Cave, Damien Jurado/Seattle grunge, Waits. Eve Lip Lock (From the Rib/Sony/RED) Sounds like: The Philly native’s [...]