Chris Ziegler

Luis Arriaga

Luis Arriaga: The Fiery Limerent

Chris Ziegler
This is some kind of Sunday for Luis Arriaga. Wake up and go shoot .357s in Burbank, even though he's been scared of guns since losing his best friend to a drive-by. Then to a strip club as soon as it opens, watching hung-over dancers stomp across the parking lot......
owleyes

owleyes: The Psychedelic Icon Maker

Chris Ziegler
Roky Erickson, the most psychedelic Texan ever, sang of girls with coral snakes in their eyes. owleyes, a "huge" fan of Roky who lists Brion Gysin and Max Ernst as "family members," puts those visual collisions into his own work — in "årçhå¡çå," for instance, which wreaths a snake-eyed girl......
(Not your father's) Swans; Credit: PHOTO BY OWEN SWENSON

Swans: Forever Changes

Chris Ziegler
The Swans album Cop (1984) was one of the most crushing and intense albums not only of the '80s but of all time. Musically and lyrically, it is a dark and punishing ride. I don't know how many times I have played it. Live, their concerts still register as some......
The Melvins: smarter than they've ever been

The Melvins Have Landed

Chris Ziegler
It is 2011 and the Melvins are finally taking over. Greet them as liberators. Or conquerors. Singer-guitarist-founder Buzz Osborne has led this band from playing his local Elk's Lodge in rural Washington state — "I have a hunch we're about to get our sinuses cleared!" says some unknown announcer on......
Wounded Lion: Five men

Art Brutal

Chris Ziegler
"I wanna play defense," Brad Eberhard, Wounded Lion singer and one of the band's multi-instrumentalists, once told me. If he had to force out an album in 30 days, he'd sit in front of a sitcom every night with a paw on the guitar, just playing around. A former art......
The Dragtones: ready to roll; Credit: PHOTO BY MARIA RAMIREZ

Give Me What You Got

Chris Ziegler
The Dragtones are four stalwart musicians from Sweden — some of the Hives and some of the underrated Hi-Winders. Between them they've been on giant labels a...
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Gaslamp Killer: Neck-snapping shit; Credit: PHOTO BY THEO JEMISON

The Gaslamp Killer: Greetings From Hell

Chris Ziegler
At the top of Mount Washington, where the two-lane road is about one and a half cars wide and the gullies alongside surely glitter with shattered brake-light plastic and skeletal remains, there is a beautiful house with a beautiful view of just about everything in the city — even a......
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Fuck Yeah Fest for the Kids

Chris Ziegler
Sean Carlson just bought a $150 car from some random guy in the South Bay. It’s total garbage. But you will still see Carlson leaning happily against the front fender of his total garbage on Saturday night at the Fuck Yeah Fest, the hipster teen Altamont that he books all......
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Playa Boys

Chris Ziegler
Photo by Aaron Farley The miniature-golf course at Redondo’s Malibu Castle is a cold and lonely place on a Tuesday afternoon, and without most of the Hawthorne band Dios puttering around the ratty back nine, the place would be deserted — except for the harried men hustling their sons through......