U2 with special guest Florence and the Machine at Sun Life Stadium June 29

Last week, Crossfade had a casual chat with Mr. Jason Friedman and Ms. Eleanore Everdell of Brooklyn boy-girl band The Hundred in the Hands. The topics ranged from THITH’s namesake (“A Native American battle from the 1800s,” Friedman explained) to collecting printed matter, defying this hyperdigital age, and returning to…

The Big Man has died. On June 12, Bruce Springsteen’s good friend and longtime E Street Band saxophone player Clarence Clemons suffered a massive stroke at his home in Singer Island, Florida. He was immediately rushed to the hospital, where two brain surgeries were performed to stop cranial bleeding. In…

According to the Emerald Isle’s Central Statistics Office, the average Irish male can expect to prowl around Planet Earth for about 76 years, 9 months, and 18 days. Do you know what that means? It means that U2, as a band, is totally middle aged. (Formed in 1976, the bombastic…

Despite the name, Brooklyn band The Hundred in the Hands isn’t a great, big, sprawling indie-pop orchestra. It’s just two people — singer-keyboardist Eleanore Everdell and guitarist Jason Friedman — and a whole arsenal of sequencers, pedals, and assorted black boxes. In September 2010, this duo dropped its debut self-titled…

Have you ever seen a zombie shake some ass? Well, it happens more often than you’d think. And surprisingly, when they’re not humping each other silly in the club, the undead go all Wacko Jacko for the choreographed dance steps from “Thriller.” In this particular case, we’ve got a bunch…

Read Crossfade’s Q&A with Junip’s José González. Does Junip make that big, blood-pumping muscle in your chest go pitter-patter in an irregular way? Well, you’re not alone. These three Swedes — José González, Elias Araya, and Tobias Winterkorn — do fucked-up things to Crossfade’s cardiovascular system too. So watch for…

For the last decade and a half, Back Door Bamby’s been calling out all of SoFla’s sexy weirdos for a weekly freak scene. So it was no surprise the guestlist for Saturday night’s 15th anniversary party at the Vagabond included monster-sized yellow fowl with breast implants (see right), strangely sexy…

Last week, Crossfade got so stoked about Dick Dale’s Sunday night surf rock party at the Vagabond that we restrung our Strats, waxed our boards, and called the King’s cell to talk “Hank Williams, big waves, ukeleles, lions, tigers, leopards, Latino tunes, and how to make people’s ears bleed.” Tonight,…

Start the motherfucking countdown! The Rising is upon us! Indeed, we’re just days away from unleashing our big, fat Best of Miami 2011 issue upon the world. And to honor the occasion, we’ve decided to surf against the tide of time by rifling through our massive digital archive of back…