Jennifer Kelly raved about L.A. indie pop group the Little Ones back in a 2006 Now Hear This piece for PopMatters. "Not since the Spinto Band has a young musical outfit burst onto the scene with the level of infectious joy that the Little Ones exhibit on their Sing Song EP. Spinning out exuberant harmonies and indelible hooks, yet under-girded with strong, eccentrically plotted beats, the EP had the irrepressible optimism of early summer -- the smell of new mown grass and suntan lotion was practically built right in." Frontman Ed Reyes answers our 20 Questions in the midst of working on a new record.
Seeing these moves come home confirms that they’ve always been the source of B.’s latest trends. This pop diva has managed an effective way of reproducing stardom, like Madonna, mining our dance floors, hiring us sissies to teach them how to assert their masculinity and femininity at the same time.
Without Jethro Tull there would be no Jethro Tull
As T.S. Eliot portentously opined: April is the cruelest month. Apparently someone once pulled an April Fools’ Day joke on him too. What’s
On Love Vs. Money, The-Dream writes the same song three times, and every time it's amazing.
The Vivian Girls were the Energizer Bunnies of SXSW, playing 18 shows in four days. Yes, 18 PopMatters caught up with them after Show #16 and they talked
The garage-soul group Black Joe Lewis & the Honeybears put on one of the best shows at SXSW this year, as anyone who has witnessed one of their incendiary sets can attest to. The Austin band released their debut EP and full-length recently on Lost Highway and also stopped by 20 Questions.
In the summer of 1991 I was 9 years old and my musical taste was pretty sophisticated; I had moved on from a second grade obsession with
The Canadian Academy of Recording Arts and Sciences handed out their annual awards on Sunday night. The Junos—essentially Canada’s equivalent to the Grammys—
Artists continually suffer for refusing to bow to the morality police. Yet, like this Kentuckian, we are all Unbridled Spirits, refusing to conceit to itty bitty morality pity. It’s a shame that one has to chant louder, write faster, read quicker, exercise harder, know more and listen with more compassion, isn’t it? Naw, that’s just old skewl.