Dirty Hippie Blog

Hello faithful music fans, bands, and wayward souls who got stuck on our site by accident.  Dirty Hippie Radio has a new face! Perhaps it’s like shaving off a 6 month old beard – you think it looks good, but you’re not sure yet because you’re not used to it…maybe it’s scary because it feels awkward, but the girls seem to dig it.  Well people, please let us know what you think of our new face.  We’ll definitely be fine tuning with improvements and such, but for now we’re all ears for your compliments, disgusts, praises, crazes, and any comments or concerns about functionality. Hopefully you’ll just want to make out with our new face all night long, and tomorrow too!  Thanks for the support, we love you.

~Dirty Hippie Radio Admins

The Brothers Comatose are having a killer CD Release Party in San Francisco on the 12th, at Cafe du Nord, 9pm . If I had a job and some gas money I’d be there for sure.   If you’re as poor as me, or not in Frisco, at least you can check ‘em out on Dirty Hippie Radio. Have a great party, boys!

~Dirty Jeff

Lordy, Noah Engh might just be the dirtiest, rawest performer found on Dirty Hippie Radio! At the Cat Club sunday night in Hollywood, in between jive-talking rants flavored with whiskey, Noah Engh, the maniacal one man show, was picking and sliding the hell out his guitar like a man who’s sold his soul at the crossroads. Somehow, he convinced the devil to throw in an electric boot too.  Yeah, an amplified boot heel for some serious stage stomping.  If this guy couldn’t stomp his foot, he’d likely explode; however, from stomping his foot so much, it is said that he couldn’t walk from the shin splints.  Throw in a $6 ‘MacGyvered‘ CB mic, some cigarettes, more whiskey to wash down the smoke, a dirty Captain Beefheart/Howlin’ Wolf-esque voice, and you’ve got what I would venture to describe as a crazy, blues screaming, jive ranting, dark doppelganger Doug MacLeod character: Noah Engh, The Kid Fantastic – parents, hide your daughters. Canadian parents, you’re fine for another year and half until Noah’s ban from touring illegally throughout your country is lifted.

~Dirty Jeff

Catch his show.  It’s real, raw, funny, good, and different.  He’ll be dropping in on…

Tucson AZ, 3/10, 8pm at Plush

Tempe AZ, 3/11, 8pm at Sucker Punch Sally’s

Phoenix AZ, 3/12, 8pm at Rogue Bar West

Las Vegas NV, 3/13, 8pm at The Dive Bar

Click here for full (very full) list of
upcoming shows.

Fartbarf is taking unsuspecting fans by storm.  For instance, aside from Official Throng Members, everyone was at Brixton last night to see heavy metal; however, everyone was unexpectedly Fartbarfed.  Their music is challenging to describe, their presence difficult to accept, their minds impossible to understand, but they’re an undeniably extremely high energy, ridiculously fun band. Fartbarf virgins aren’t sure what to make of the spectacle, but they cannot resist succumbing to the laughter that comes with realizing they’re witnessing something exceptionally unique, refreshing, and damn good.  There were many faces in the crowd at Brixton wearing dumbfounded expressions that said, “What is happening to me right now, what is happening on the stage, and why do I love it so much?”

When the sound girl said All Systems Go, Fartbarf launched an impressive show of perfection this lovely friday night.  They even took a step away from their usual orange NASA fatigues and into formal white suits for the occasion.  (The drummer’s monkey mask still retained it’s dreadlocks though.)  The crazy apemen took their audience on an electro-dance-rock journey through time, space, and video games.  From one moment to the next, people found themselves rocking their brains out, then tripping out, then freaking out, and then begging for more.

Fartbarf is such a roots, punk band, whether they’re playing moogs and drum machines or not.  They’re in it for the good time, uncaring without expectation of whether anyone will like what they’re doing or not.   They’re incredibly modest about their talent, and good humored.  It’s as if they don’t even take themselves serious enough to understand how anyone else could.  Fartbarf is no longer coming: they’re here: they are going places, and Dirty Hippie Radio is proud to be at the forefront of The Throng.

~Dirty Jeff

Fartbarf will be rocking our faces off tomorrow night at Brixton!!  Though, I must forewarn you, you’ve never had your face rocked off like this before.  The scientists at Fartbarf Inc. bring us a spectacle of electronic-rock-dance fury.  Trust me, it’s a scarce rarity that we get such a unique, original and mind blowing band like this at our leisure in this area (I think it happens once every 20,000 years or so when Planet X approaches Earth’s orbit).  And trust me again when I tell you, You should be there – and when you see me in the crowd, buy me a frosty one for giving you the informed heads up (pale ale or better, please). Oh, and leave your acid at home, or you may just fall off the edge of insanity.

Catch your preview here on Dirty Hippie Radio.  See you there at 8pm, Friday!!!  (Unless you’re scared.)

~Dirty Jeff