Overdoz is not your average hip hop crew. Los Angeles based, the group of 4 combines 2 emcees, a comedian, and a soulful/vocal emcee. Overdoz can’t be pinned down to just a hip hop group, they’re soul, they’re comedy, and musically innovative.
After meeting in high school, they released songs focused on what most 18 year old guys would be concerned with: girls, cars, and music. Their passion to create something interesting and new grew into their second project NOVA and launched them into a new career level. In 2010, they teamed up with Wiz Khalifa, Kurupt, & producer Terrance Martin to put them on the map as a force to be reckoned with in Los Angeles. They even gained the attention of LA Weekly’s Music Blog calling them “Freakiest, Cheekiest Collective.”
Joon, Sleezy, Kent, and Creamie are back at The Roxy on January 31 for “The Rise of the Dest 2”, after their sold out show this past November.
Watch the video for “Pasadena” below & check out Blunn!TV here
Opening the night are Skeme, Iman Omari, Chill Black Guys, Buddy, Curtiss King, and Sounds by Uncle Pauly.
Tickets are still available via Ticketweb & The Roxy box office at 310-278-9457.
U.K. soul mama gets crowned on the Sunset Strip Monday, March 19, at the Roxy
By Ernest Hardy
Thursday, March 22, 2007
“Performing to a sold-out Roxy, Amy Winehouse gave a hilarious intro to the confessional song “You Know I’m No Good”: After she had betrayed a lover, he asked if she even loved him. “I told him, ‘I do love you,’ ” she recounted — adding with playful exasperation, “ ‘But, like, I get bored. I told you I’m no good!’ ” The crowd loved it — and sang every song by heart, all night long.
Winehouse’s top-to-bottom brilliant sophomore album, Back to Black (Republic/Universal), is bursting with great, quotable lines, many as wry as they are poignant. One of the best is tucked in the driving, Motown-based “Tears Dry on Their Own,” where she admits: “Even if I stop wanting you/and perspective pushes through/I’ll be some next man’s other woman soon…”
The word other is key here. That’s the woman who wears the scarlet letter — fallen, disgraced. Winehouse casually conveys volumes through a single word or phrasing choice throughout Black, a breakup album whose defining characteristic is working-class feminine wit. And I mean both types of wit — intelligence and humor, which Winehouse uses intuitively to express how obsession dovetails with addiction. References to booze and boozing, drugging and fucking-as-self-destruction crowd the text of this confessional album. The musical filter through which Winehouse pours it all is the girl-group sound of the early ’60s — the Shangri-Las, the Shirelles, the Ronettes and the Chiffons.
Live, Winehouse was noticeably nervous but utterly charming, singing for an audience who knew all the words to all the songs. She was in spectacular voice throughout, backed by a crack band (man, that horn section . . .) and two chicly attired male backup singers who energetically pulled off synchronized choreography. Winehouse’s own herky-jerky, off-the-beat dancing and ragged emulation of girl-group style somehow underscored an aura of sincerity (a matted beehive with an unkempt tail; an ill-fitting dress that kept sliding down her scary-thin frame; weathered leopard-print shoes rummaged from the back of some tranny’s closet). Her awkward performance of femininity befits a woman who can’t quite figure how to stop fucking up her relationships and her life.
Winehouse may be retro, but her work is, mercifully, irony-free. This is no academic study of girl-group traditions; instead, it’s a gut-level recognition of the strength and beauty of those impeccably crafted records — and the 8-by-10-ready public personas attached to them. For Back to Black, Winehouse gave her producers, Mark Ronson and Salaamremi.com, explicit instructions about the sound and vibe she wanted to accompany her self-penned lyrics. Together, they’ve captured not only the aesthetics of an era (the album is a gorgeous latticework of perfect, anachronistic detail) but also the naked romanticism, and theatrical but sincere vulnerability, of pop gone by. But Winehouse also references kindred artists outside the girl-group heyday: Esther Phillips (whose addiction-filled life and the havoc it wreaked on her career make her the most resonant influence), Billie Holiday, Sarah Vaughan and, of course, Lauryn Hill.
At the Roxy, Winehouse sang everything from Back to Black, including “Addicted” (inexplicably left off the U.S. release, replaced with a god-awful remix of “You Know I’m No Good” featuring a rap by Ghostface Killah). Highlights of the set were “Tears Run Dry” and… it’s hard to say. The crowd’s energy was so intense, and their already-won love so exuberantly given, the night had the feel of a raucous coronation.
What was especially interesting about the performance was the way Winehouse handled her nerves — besides frequent sips taken from a cup at the edge of the stage. She stared down at the stage a lot, then looked up with a sneer or curled lip that evoked gum-popping, eyeball-rolling femmes from Ronettes to B-girls, gangsters’ molls to biker chicks. But there were also fleeting moments when she clearly checked out of her own performance: Her eyes would simply go blank, and she’d retreat behind them. Still, that voice — the sound of mysteriously missing teeth, Spanish Harlem stoops in summer and declarations of undying love — never wavered, and was never less than amazing.”
To read the rest of the review check the LA Weekly
“Amy Winehouse is such a hot mess!
She is the stuff of legend, and on Monday night a who’s who of hipsters and Hollywood players were treated to a tour de force performance by the Rehab chanteuse.
You never know if Wino is gonna show up to a gig or if she’ll even make it through a show, but she more than held her own at The Roxy.
Unfortunately, fans expecting to see her at Spaceland in Silverlake tonight might be a tad disappointed. We hear she might be cancelling!
Why? Because the venue is too small and they won’t allow her 10+ person band to come with her.
Hopefully that will all get sorted out, but if it doesn’t…..well, that’s Amy Winehouse for ya!
To sing the blues you must live the blues. And she lives it.”
Check out Scott T Sterlings review…
I Was There: Amy Winehouse at The Roxy, 3/19/07
“I guess you could call it pure, dumb luck. It just so happened that I heard about the Amy Winehouse show at the Roxy a couple of hours before my man Jeff Weiss informed me that she was also scheduled to play at Spaceland. Given my druthers, I would’ve purchased a ticket to see her in the much smaller Spaceland. But in my haste to secure a chance to see this notorious UK train wreck up close and personal like, I’d already laid my good money down for the Roxy show. In hindsight, I inadvertently made the right choice, since Ms. Winehouse famously bailed on the Spaceland gig.
I got to the Roxy a good 20 minutes before she took the stage, and I can honestly say I’ve never seen such an intense scrum up in that joint. It was packed to the back with an interesting array of Los Angelenos, skewing older than I’d expected.
Worming my way towards the front of the room, I found a choice spot maybe five feet from the stage, off to the right. A very drunk girl stumbles into me, pausing to take off her high heels. Oh boy, here we go. An older couple behind me is drunkenly making out, repeatedly ramming into my back. Really? The things I do for music.
When the lights finally dim and the curtains open, a surprisingly together looking Winehouse saunters up to the microphone to the strains of the Chiffons “He’s So Fine,” looking oddly sexy (skinny legs and all) in a blue prom dress that put her cleavage up front and center and showcased her bevy of tattoos. There were no signs of track marks or “meth skin” to be seen anywhere. She didn’t even appear to be drunk. What gives?
Backed ably by retro R&B outfit the Dap-Kings, our girl sailed through most of Back to Black admirably; her husky croon sounding even stronger than it does on the record. Her voice shined on mid-tempo numbers like the reggae-tinged “Just Friends,” but really soared on the barn-burners like “You Know I’m No Good.” What’s especially impressive is the way she attacks high notes, filling them with pure emotion, the total opposite of showboats like Christina Aguilera who completely overdo it with ridiculous trills and runs that never seem to stop.
Sliding in a verse of Lauryn Hill’s “Doo Wop (That Thing)” into “He Can Only Hold Her,” it was hard to miss the irony. Is Winehouse destined for a similar crash-and-burn like the one that beset Ms. Hill? Given her raw talent and limitless potential, I certainly hope not.
She’s comfortable and self-assured onstage. After announcing the evening’s last song to a boisterous chorus of “No!” she joked with the crowd:
“Well, obviously it’s not the last song. We still have to do the encores. I’m just playing the game up here, all right?”
Get ready for Cinco de Mayo with the totally amazing Metalachi! These guys are right out of North Hollywood and do classic metal songs in true Mariachi fashion. You’ll hear “Breaking the Law”, “Crazy Train”, and be screaming along to “Run To The Hills” before you know it. Not to be forgotten are the awesomely bad Mariachi meets metal/punk gear they rock at every show.
Check out this Roxy exclusive video of Metalachi covering Led Zeppelin
The night will be brought to you by 901 Tequila, LA Weekly, and The Flying Pig Food Truck! You can even catch the band on the KTLA morning news on April 29 and on the radio with Carson Daly on AMP FM on May 5 between 7-10am.
Tickets are on sale now for on Ticketweb or on The Roxy box office at 310-278-9457!
Hot off of Warped Tour, their own MTV show, and the album of the summer – SHWAYZE is coming back home and tickets go onsale today!! Also, make sure to check out FUNERAL FOR A FRIEND (also onsale today) and the sweet sounds of Al Dimeola’s World Sinfonia Tour – hot hot hot! Head over to ticketmaster for tix, or give us a holler.
When bands come all the way from the UK to grace us with their tunes – theirs no room to argue. We welcome them to our stage with open arms – especially when paired with local favs THE YELLING and uber cool JAPANESE MOTORS (who killed it at this year’s Detour fest)! Come out and show support for some GREAT GREAT tunes with WHITE LIES closing out the show- click here for tix or give us a ring at 310 278 9457.
So last year, we took Detour by storm – had a super fancy booth, and had the coolest set up ever. This year, we decided to take it down a notch and focus a little more on seeing some great bands (have you seen the lineup??), supporting our homies at the LA Weekly, and having a cocktail or two with our pals. Rest assured tho, we WILL, in true Roxy fashion, be on the prowl passing out our cool Roxy headbands and stickers. So if you see us, make sure you say hello and you will be rewarded. Rumor has it, the weather will be a little tricky tomorrow(??). So, be prepared! See you there.
Foxy Roxy on a Friday
Special thanks to Lina Lecaro of the LA Weekly for recapping the fabulous night with Cheech and Chong. Always happy to have her in the house!
CHEECH AND CHONGIN IT
We waited 25 years, what’s another hour? The not-so-secret Cheech and Chong reunion show at The Roxy last Thursday night was set to start at 8 p.m. sharp — but of course nothing is ever sharp in stoner time, and thanks to the crazy-long line outside, it was more like 9 when the guys finally sparked up the preview performance of their new “Light Up America” tour. Open to anyone who brought a print-out showing C&C in their top-friends list on MySpace (it was sponsored by the networking site), this show also had historic subtext, venue wise. Not only is the Roxy stage an old haunt, its owner Lou Adler discovered the duo and produced many of their films. Like many 30-somethings, we first heard the early work of the weed-loving funny men when we were kiddies, though it was forbidden by the folks. We discovered them as we got older though, and huffing ’n’ puffing with the classics — Up In Smoke, Nice Dreams — became a ritual. Judging from the enthusiastic youths in the crowd Thursday, this obviously continues to be a rite of passage. The crowd of people who filed in toting their DVDs and LPs were also about 80 percent Latino (Nightranger’s part of this percentile) and the barrio faves that blasted as we entered (War, Santana, Ritchie Valens, oldies) solidified the cultural significance of the pair’s success. Though Tommy’s not Mexican, Cheech and Chong have always been a source of Chicano pride (some sober types might say detrimentally so). The duo’s vaudeville skit-style presentation definitely had its share of Mexi references, including renditions of rib-tickling ditties “Mexican-Americans (Beaners)” and “Born in East L.A.”
After a bubbly opening monologue from Tommy’s wife Shelby Chong — who described what it was like when the cops stormed her home and busted her spouse for selling bongs (“They never found the weed in the freezer!” Hah!) — the duo came onstage to hollering, screams and even front-row fans doing the wave. They opened up with the classic car scene from Smoke and proceeded to cavort through bits like “Let’s Make a Dope Deal” and “The Big Sniff,” which saw the 62-year-old Marin and 70-year-old Chong play doggies, walking on all fours, smelling each other’s butts and, yes, humping. The pair’s chemistry remains potent, as does the musical prowess of each. Both comics offered melodious instrumental moments to the hedonistic high jinks, and though smokin’ and sexin’ were the main themes, there was some political commentary too. No shocker: The guys are pro-Obama, anti-McCain/Bush, and their experiences over the years seem to have made ’em anything but apathetic stoners. Still, sucking the hell out of another stereotype continues to be the crux of their comedy. When explaining why they broke up in the first place, Chong told the crowd (of Cheech), “We got rich — and you can’t make a rich Mexican do anything.” Cheech and Chong (who, by the way, recently outed Arnold Schwarzenegger as a former pothead … he in turn admitted to TMZ he did inhale!) will be back in L.A. for two shows at the Gibson Amphitheater on December 6. Wonder if the Governator will check out his old buds?
Hope everyone is having a great week so far…thanks to all who came out for BIGELF last night – what.a. show. Dwele tonight, Andre and Dirt tomorrow, Push Play on Saturday, and Raphael Saadiq on Sunday – busy week!! Have some really really cool gigs being announced in the LA weekly this week – LITTLE JACKIE is coming to town (hot hot hot!) and THE HEAD CAT (with our homies Slim Jim and Lemmy). Check out our official ticketmaster page for a plethora of tickets – or give us a call at 310 278 9457.
While some of you wait around anxiously for the LA WEEKLY to be delivered to your cubicle (i know we do!) – we wanted to let you know that our fancy ad (made every week by the lovely Heko) will now be available online the day it comes out. So check it out, and let us know what shows we’ll be seeing you at!
Happy Thursday all! We have some shows on the books right now, that will please a plethora of musical tastes and we wanted to give you a heads up of whats going on sale today. From rock to reggae – it’s all there! As always, feel free to call us for tickets (310 278 9457) or click here for tickets to all the following shows- and then some.
Check out this out from the daily blog PLAY at the LA Weekly…
BIGGIE SMALLS SHUTS DOWN SUNSET BOULEVARD
Ah, if only. But shooting has commenced in LA for Notorious, the Biggie Smalls biopic slated to be released in 2009. Earlier today, the crew was working on the Sunset Strip near the Roxy, where a key scene occurs. It was kind of surreal cruising down Sunset in West Hollywood and seeing, during a break, actor Jamal Woolard (a.k.a. Gravy) casually strolling down the street in his full Biggie Smalls get-up.
To read more of RANDALL ROBERT’s post on Biggie Smalls click here.
Thanks to the LA Weekly, to Goldenvoice, to all the bands, artists and djs that rocked the streets of Downtown LA. And special thanks to all of our good friends (new and old) that stoped by our booth. You made Detour a blast. The Roxy Crew had a great time hanging at our tent that was disguised as a pink disco lounge. We handed out free tickets, stickers and, most popular, our homemade Pink Glowsticks to the thousands of smiling, happy, music loving people. It reminds me that sometimes you need to get out of the office and hit the road, even if it’s just to Downtown. Can’t wait for next year. Please feel to post your own pictures from Detour below.
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Heather, Bobby, Annie, Young Josh, Megan, Scottie and Trev, You all deserve a double clap. Thanks Guys!
The Roxy Theatre is a proud sponsor of LA Weekly’s Detour Festival, this Saturday, October 6th, 2007. Tons of Roxy veterans are on the bill, including Justice, Teddybears, Busy P, Cool Kids, The Deadly Syndrome, Augie March, Mink, Franki Chan, and more. If you make it downtown, make sure to stop by The Roxy tent and hang out with us, hear some music, and grab a Roxy glowstick to rock out with after dark! We’ll see you there!