Thursday, January 11 2007
Rolling Stone columnist explores the death of his wife and the life of pop music with pathos, humor books.
Eric Church sings the first four lines of the first song as if he’s been embodied by Toby Keith, talking about the Middle East,
Wednesday, January 10 2007
This mighty fine album of peppy, punky, poppy, post-riot grrrl indie rock will get your body bopping and fill you full of glee.
“Trip hop” just isn’t a hip thing to call music any more—so Quango has tried on the more earthy, historical “dub” for this
As the pianos and keyboards saturating its cover art suggests, Love Is the Best Con in Town, Grand Mal’s fourth LP, is less “rock”
Concord's literary lions, fueled by sexual tension?
Listeners who invest in Open Book can look forward to spending hours tracing the evolution of a unique artist and enjoying high quality independent music.
Tuesday, January 9 2007
Furrowed Brow is as English—and as unsettling—as the ghost stories of M. R. James or the original Wicker Man movie. Coming from the
“The dregs of the city, the law of the earth,” reads the Latin title, quoting Victor Hugo’s Les Miserables, an indication of just how
Hey, I know what you’re thinking, and you’re wrong. It’s not Mr. Doom and Gloom from the Tomb, it’s some other
Author makes excuses for offstage nastiness of brilliant choreographer Jerome Robbins.
The Society of Invisibles obviously wants to be shocking, but the biggest surprise on the group’s eponymous debut is its resemblance other rap projects.
Monday, January 8 2007
The second installment in a scruff, poetic panorama of turn-of-the-century America, Get Right with God turns from Superamerican‘s hard-rock dissection of patriotism towards an
Fall Back is a unique take on electronic beatmaking, and therefore heartily recommended to the adventurous.
Middling '80s metal band covers own songs, yielding middling results.
Now I Understand is a hybridization of the night musics one might find club-hoppin' downtown: jazz, funk, drum n' bass, some dub and turntables.
Sunday, January 7 2007
Country-flecked psychedelic pop anthems from Yorkshire.
If listeners let go of their expectations and embrace the band's blistering sonic assault, they will find the album to be cathartic and strangely catchy.
Goat is just a generic, okay voice, drained of every last drop of personality, and it fits the clean, flawless music perfectly.
Middle of the road hard rock has its ups and downs, but its share of fun along the way.