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Melody Lamb, Author at The Panic Manual

Hot Docs Review: Kurt Cobain: Montage Of Heck (2015, Brett Morgan)

Posted on April 28, 2015 by Melody Lamb in Hot Docs | Leave a comment

I was one year old when Kurt Cobain commanded a nation to “entertain us.” Being born in 1990, I had missed grunge rock’s entry into the mainstream, the rise of flannel and fuzzed-out guitars all voiced by a scraggly-haired man named Kurt Cobain. By the time I began discovering music on my own at the age of six or seven, Cobain was no longer with us. What remained were heavy rotations of “Smells Like Teen Spirit” on the radio and … →

Concert Review: Foals, May 13, Kool Haus

Posted on May 15, 2014 by Melody Lamb in Concerts | Leave a comment

Disclaimer: this is three parts personal essay, one part concert review Approximately a year ago, I went to a Foals show at the Kool Haus. I had regrettably missed every show of theirs up to that point, primarily because I had only discovered the British band’s music after the release of their 2010 album, Total Life Forever. Music journalists can’t always stay on top of things, you know. But this was it. I would finally experience all the hype of their live show, as regaled to … →

Concert Review: Lissie, November 21, Adelaide Hall

Posted on November 30, 2013 by Melody Lamb in Concerts | Leave a comment

I told many friends that I was attending a Lissie show and one by one, they all had the same response: “Who’s that?” Lissie is not a newcomer (she’s been around for three years), she’s not “underground” (she performed on Conan a couple of weeks ago), and you might have even seen her before, opening for artists like Ellie Goulding and Lenny Kravitz. The problem with Lissie may be her inability to stand out of the current over-saturated sea of … →

Lamb Beatz, Vol. 1: How Aaron Carter ruined my childhood

Posted on September 26, 2013 by Melody Lamb in Concerts | Leave a comment

Our childhoods are a thing that we hold near and dear to our hearts, a crystalline bubble of memories that feels entirely removed from the people we are now, a different time and life almost. Remember when we were young and impressionable? And, apparently, when I had even worse taste in boys? When I was seven, I thought I would marry Nick Carter of the Backstreet Boys. I mean, I had no clue what having a husband actually meant, but … →