THIS WEEK'S VOLCANO MUSIC SECTION >>>

The Weekly Volcano's annual Music Issue is on the snowy streets. As with all of our special issues, we'll humbly offer up a few servings of tasty tidbits that we hope will help broaden your tastes - in this case, your musical ones.

Here's a peek at the sonic goodness in print and online. ...

The Daniel Blue Interview

Ah, Daniel Blue. Where have you gone? How is a Tacoma-based alt-press paper's website supposed to achieve previously unfathomable hits and venom without your self-created name to drop?

The answer to one of these questions is simple and straightforward. Blue is living in Seattle, Capitol Hill to be exact, and his band, Motopony, recently OFFICIALLY announced their signing with new-on-the-scene indie label TinyOgre. Weekly Volcano editor Matt Driscoll caught up with Blue. Read their interview here.

Riot Grrrl movement

In the Spring of 2010, when I was general manager of the University of Washington's student-run radio station, I collaborated with the campus' Committee Organizing Rape Education to host a "Riot Grrrl" concert featuring three local bands, with proceeds going to the Eastside Domestic Violence Program's women's shelter. I recall struggling to book the show; the bands we ultimately chose were hardly what you'd call Riot Grrrl, but they had the right kind of spark and spirit (Eel Eater was a grimy girl-girl-gay guy trio; NightraiN are an all-black all-female feminist rock group; and TacocaT are a cheeky Seattle punk band with a 9:1 ratio of X to Y chromosomes).

The difficulty I faced finding ideal groups for the gig boiled down to a combination of my own ignorance and the relative scarcity of contemporary local bands with that distinctively barbed Riot Grrrl sound. Almost a year later, I still wonder: are there any new Riot Grrrl bands out there? Who is carrying on the sonic and ideological legacy of Olympia's raucous punk feminist forebears, and how? Read the full story here. – Jason Baxter

Red Hex

The first time I saw Red Hex, it was at an underground venue on Halloween. One of the members was a filthy mummy, wrapped up in sheets. Their music was an unholy roar, bouncing aggressively off the concrete walls of the club, soaked in clouds of cigarette smoke and spilled Pabst Blue Ribbon. Their sound was growing - gaining power. I relinquished and put toilet paper in my ears.

Recently, at the Peabody Waldorf Gallery, I saw a new side of Red Hex. Read what I discovered here. – Rev. Adam McKinney

LINK: DJ Phinisey - Tacoma's best kept secret

LINK: A Day in the life of Josh Rizeberg

LINK: Nightly live music in the South Sound