Wednesday, April 4 2007
Dodge sounds like he’s been reared on Neil Young’s soft, thoughtful acoustic albums.
Edgar Allan Poe stars in a 19th-century murder mystery.
Tuesday, April 3 2007
The all-female, electro-punk quartet the Trucks don't want to "sit nice and be quiet" on their self-titled debut. Damn right!
Sam Amidon, once of laid-back Brattleboro, VT and now of busy Brooklyn, has crafted a gentle, unobtrusive album of country folk.
Naked: the Firehouse of the 21st century.
Sailing Days is an EP made specifically for listening while on a back porch with nothing to do.
If you were to put on an early album by Sum 41 and then listen to “Choked and Charmed”, the first song on this album by Love Me Destroyer, you would believe you were in some time warp.
Joshua Ferris's novel feels like a readymade classic of the Great American Office Novel genre.
Monday, April 2 2007
Jumbling together elements of folk, psychedelic pop, electronica, jazz, and even bossa nova, Rafter's songs seem almost like tripped out ads for his unique brand of musical invention.
835 pushes songwriter Sean Brooks' cheeky sense of humor farther to the front than it's ever been before.
In the time it would take to watch a typical sitcom, you get something that may not change your life, but just might leave a smile on your face.
Chris Garneau attempts to emulate Elliot Smith with a debut album of dreary piano pop.
Fans of Sexsmith would lap up most of these songs, especially the roots-y “Sweet Nancy”.
Sunday, April 1 2007
Uncle Bob is back, err, still around with Silverfish Trivia, his new, mostly disposable mini-LP.
A forerunner to bands like Tokyo Police Club, Uncut weaves pretty songs like "Dark Horse" with a darker, indie-rock rhythm.
This four-song teaser EP shows us there's still some life left in these guys.
Folk Star serves as the perfect reminder that you can never underestimate the power of an original voice.
This is the music of a brave new world, where emotion is eliminated and only structure remains.
Thursday, March 29 2007
Apparently, the members of Ferocious Eagle can’t decide whether or not to be sonic minimalists. Sometimes, they seem to be focused on making bare-bones
The Makes Nice sound as if they’ve been listening to early British records by the Kinks and decided to mash them up with some Keith Moon drum rolls.