Those dang kids have mucked everything up. It used to be easy to separate the hippie bands from the hard rockers, the indie-alternative darlings from the classic dinosaurs, the exploratory jazz trios from the shrieking noise-rockers. Time was, you could guess the band from the crowd forming outside the club. Now it could be the same freaks waiting to hear Queens of the Stone Age; Medeski, Martin and Wood; or Blue Öyster Cult. (Actually, scratch that: If it's Blue Öyster Cult, you'll know. Some... More >>>