Artist Spotlight

“I’m On The Guest List – My Name Is Satan”

Bad-ass Band Doesn’t Deny The Devil’s Influence   By Nick Krewen Special To The Star Tuesday November 2, 1999   Are Seattle’s Supersuckers the spawns of Satan? It’s an association the rogue quartet’s singer and bassist Eddy Spaghetti – Edward Carlyle Daly III to his mortal parents – will neither deny nor disavow. But judging the number of times ol’ Beezlebub is referenced lyrically in such halo-bending anthems as “Born…


Eternal Damnednation: Vanian Talks

       DAMNED AS THEY DO   By Nick Krewen     Damned Damned Damned. Whatever else fate has in store for London’s The Damned, the quartet’s 1977 Nick Lowe-produced LP for Stiff Records will be remembered in the history books as the inaugural British punk album to hit the streets. Although their popularity was quickly overshadowed by The Sex Pistols, The Clash, and let’s face it, practically every other punk band…


Still exotic after all these years

Nick Krewen For The KW Record September 21, 1999   It’s an ode with an oud. The Tea Party has accumulated an interesting collection of exotic instruments over the years, but singer, songwriter and guitarist Jeff Martin admits that their latest addition came out of the blue. A four-stringed instrument called the oud makes its debut on “Samsara,” a cut from the Windsor trio’s latest album Triptych. According to Martin,…


Song Plugging A Hit In Nashville

Max Hutchinson one of 300 pros still in there pitching tunes to artists     By Nick Krewen Special To The Star Wednesday, April 21, 1999   NASHVILLE, Tenn. —  Max Hutchinson may not be Roger Clemens, but he knows how to pitch. As one of Nashville’s 300 song pluggers, the middlemen who lob songs to recording artists for prospective album and single cuts, the Vancouver-born Canadian is starter, reliever…


A Softer Kind of Hip Hop Gathers Steam

  Nick Krewen Special To The Star Saturday, April 10, 1999     Money, guns and “hoes.” If you’re aware of any semblance of hip-hop culture, you’ve heard it all before: the tired rap clichés where men brag about the numbers of dollars in their bank accounts, the inexhaustible supply of women wilting at their sexual prowess, the impressive numbers of corpses they’ve plowed through during gang shoot-outs. Yada yada…