Murder Ballads at the Echoplex: when things go very, very wrong.

A waning moon, a cold wind,  streaming clouds; Tuesday is the perfect night for Murder Ballads when the Echo and The New Los Angeles Folk Festival celebrate the Dark Side of Folk and the  imminent eve of the dead with bloody ballads,  beautiful victims, and the minstrels of murder who mourn them. Among the celebrants…

Roots revival: the Grand Ole Echo returns.

Go Go’ers, sweat is not always a bad thing.  When the high, thin, hot Santa Ana winds are battering your windows, it’s a burden barely borne.  But sweating and swaying inside the Grand Ole Echo, which pops up this Sunday after a li’l hiatus, is the kind of baptism by fire that leaves you feeling…