SLUG Magazine’s collection of reviews covering the latest and greatest of Utah-based music, covering all varieties of genre, style and type.

Local Review: The Contingency Plan – Self-titled demo (2002)

Local Review: The Contingency Plan – Self-titled demo (2002)
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The Contingency Plan Self-titled demo (2002) The Contingency Plan = Drive-Thru Records + sincerity   Oops … this is what happens when you lose a band’s press kit in your car’s trunk for two years. This four-song demo is a neat, tight conglomeration of polished emo pop-punk with sharp production (Boho Digitalia), tight performance and

Local Review: Rope or Bullets – Call It for What You Want

Local Review: Rope or Bullets – Call It for What...
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Rope or Bullets Call It for What You Want Rope or Bullets = Atom and His Package + Modern English   From the band that brought you “I Love Personality,” the outright best song on the Death By Salt compilation, comes a six-song precursor to a full-length album. Rope or Bullets, though not the rockin’est

Local Review: Pagan Dead – Mors Janua Vit Æ Et Vita Janua Mortis

Local Review: Pagan Dead – Mors Janua Vit Æ Et...
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Pagan Dead Mors Janua Vit Æ Et Vita Janua Mortis Self-released Pagan Dead = Misfits + Accused   When I first received a copy of Pagan Dead’s debut album, I was a little leery, thinking, “Rockabilly? Next!” But after giving it a chance, I was instantly hooked! Relentless drumming by Jodie Hecate, demonic guitars by

Local Review: NSPS – Timeless Towns and Haunted Places

Local Review: NSPS – Timeless Towns and Haunted Places
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NSPS Timeless Towns and Haunted Places Nutra Stick NSPS = They Might be Giants + Barenaked Ladies   NSPS might not be too bad of a band, if it weren’t for the vocals. They’re gruff, tongue-in-cheek and strained, not unlike Van Morrisson’s, but unlike Van Morrisson’s, they’re painfully out of tune, making portions of this

Local Review: Less People, More Robots – Self-Titled

Local Review: Less People, More Robots – Self-Titled
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Less People, More Robots Self-Titled  LPMR = Fiona Apple + Weezer My friend Melinda told me that robots are one of the three things in the entire world that scare her. The other two are children and monogamy. Go figure. Though some, like Melinda, would argue against having more robots in the world, you’ll probably

Local Review: Jupassa – Attack of the Red Dinosaurs

Local Review: Jupassa – Attack of the Red Dinosaurs
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Jupassa Attack of the Red Dinosaurs Kitefishing Family Jupassa = Edward Scissorhands + Ray Bradbury   If Mogwai were approached about concocting the soundtrack for The Nightmare Before Christmas Part II: Jack Gets Funky Fresh with Kwanzaa, this is what they might come up with. Trip-hoppy electronica skips rope with quirky guitar breaks and odd

Local Review: The Furies – Sunday Satellite

Local Review: The Furies – Sunday Satellite
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The Furies Sunday Satellite Dumb Angels The Furies = (Pavement + Lou Reed) x emo   The songs on Sunday Satellite are well thought-out, well produced and could serve as an accessory to a deep, deep depression. This minimalist, sad indie rock of The Furies could either woo the right concert audience into a feeling

Local Review: Gina French – Of Rapture

Local Review: Gina French – Of Rapture
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Gina French Of Rapture Gina French = Emmylou Harris + Robert Johnson + Dead Can Dance Gina French has more soul than Al Green french-kissing Tina Turner. She is the only folk artist I know that takes the sexiest, dirtiest parts of the blues, rock and alt-country and mixes it with Middle Eastern scale progressions.

Local Review: Dreno – Self-Titled

Local Review: Dreno – Self-Titled
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Dreno Self-Titled Dreno = God Forbid + Downset   When Dreno’s got it, they got it. Unfortunately, they become confused every now and then and, apparently, due to a longing for originality in a saturated hardcore/metal market, stray from what they do best (ridiculously heavy riffs and guttural vocals) and incorporate things like spoken-word emo

Local Review: Discourse – Self-Titled

Local Review: Discourse – Self-Titled
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Discourse Self-Titled Discourse = Every Time I Die + My Morning Jacket + whatever A band named Discourse and scenes of urban pandemonium on a jacket cover generally sway me to believe that the album I’m about to hear is probably going to be punk rock of some fashion—or at least something hardcore or possibly