Tag Archives: Lorien Lamarr

Lorien Lamarr Photo Column—End It

End It at the Y Not Lot in Baltimore, MD | photo by Lorien Lamarr

“Apolitical” deserves top billing on any playlist right now. “It’s not right or left, it’s right or wrong, a racist show his face, he’s fucking gone” is my new protest chant. Keep demanding justice, friends. Fuck the police. Fuck racism. End it.

Lorien Lamarr Photo Column—The Best Of The Worst

Lorien Lamarr Photo Column—The Best Of The Worst

The Best Of The Worst is like reveling in some sort of high-octane righteous outrage, the kind of anger you can feel happy about.

Lorien Lamarr Photo Column—Secret Spirit

Secret Spirit photo by Lorien Lamarr

Secret Spirit have that loud, fast, boisterous energy that fuels unrestrained crowd engagement, is the polar opposite of social distancing,and the first thing I want to do once the threat of pandemic lifts.

Lorien Lamarr Photo Column—Ceremony

Ceremony at the Ottobar photo by Lorien Lamarr

Ceremony announces boldly and without reservation that you can dance like a queen and still be hard AF, and that is a message I am one hundred percent behind.

Lorien Lamarr Photo Column—Math The Band

Math the Band photo by Lorien Lamarr

The performance was so hot the drummer opened the refrigerator behind him and pulled out some frozen peas in an attempt to cool off, while playing, and without missing a single beat.

Lorien Lamarr Photo Column—Fresh

Fresh (London, U.K.) writes pop punk with emo-styled confessional lyrics accented by angry snarls and melodic gang vocals with some indie pop influence mixed in. It’s bright. It’s energetic. It’s raw. It’s fresh.

Lorien Lamarr Photo Column—Pool Kids

Every year at FEST there’s a band that I’d never heard of who blows me away. This year it’s Pool Kids. The sound was hard and raw with breathy and throaty vocals, which is usually enough of a dichotomy on its own to draw my attention, but then there were twinkly noodley guitars and a billion time signature changes and I died.

Lorien Lamarr Photo Column—Apes Of The State

I thought, “So this is what happens when someone like me finds a guitar when they get clean instead of a camera.” There’s something magical about finding a thing—whatever that thing is—that makes you happy and doing it… intentionally and with purpose.

Lorien Lamarr Photo Column—Truth Cult

By the end of the Truth Cult’s set, the vocalist was bleeding. I’m tempted to say this band is a danger to themselves and others, but in a satisfying way that I don’t want them to stop or even slow down.

On the road with Walt Hamburger by Lorien Lamarr

Walt Hamburger used to be best known for his role in the punk trio The Hamburgers. Working merch, at least once per show I explained that Hamburger was not Walt’s given surname, saying “It’s sorta like Joey Ramone, except instead of Ramone, he’s a Hamburger.”