Thursday, March 1 2007
Over the past four years, Pas/Cal has been turning out an intriguing series of EPs.
Can anyone really keep up with all the Luke Vibert aliases?
This remix effort of "Go!", a song that has been getting play everywhere from the Disney Channel to NBC and Fox Sports, gets the royal galactic treatment here.
Code is easy to idolize because it provides an answer to the question "Who am I?" In a way, it is a new mythology for modern times.
It works on numerous levels, the most vibrant of which paints a realistic landscape of India and the intrinsic machinery that allows it to move forward.
The Conjurer mystery opens underbelly of Philadelphia society, 1842.
Wednesday, February 28 2007
These are songs for folks who find isolation comforting.
For the third installment of his Sizzerb mixtape series, Serbian-born artist Sin recruited mixtape circuit legend DJ Kurupt to host the festivities.
Not quite the “emo” the band’s Burt Taggart had pioneered years ago, the record is filled with tight, power pop songs.
Eschewing any taint of the term "freak", New York trio Tall Firs are forging a different take on contemporary folk.
The Machines are a tight rock group from Kitchener, Ontario -- one that has no problem dishing out catchy rock gems.
Tuesday, February 27 2007
She’s Spanish, I’m American stands as a breezy pop flirtation between Rouse and Suay. Rouse has perfected the art of smooth, dreamy
Anton Barbeau’s tenth album is plastered with sounds, styles and arrangements that makes you want to dust off the Beatles albums post Sgt. Pepper.
The Hermit Crabs is a Glasgow band that plays whispery, loving twee-pop.
Sara Beck is asking a lot of any listener. First they have to get through the unpleasantness of her performing name, Pink Nasty, and then they have to contend with some willfully divergent shifts in style.
Lloyd Price’s earliest recorded material was for the Specialty label. Back in 1952 while Price was still a teenager, he had a big hit record
Monday, February 26 2007
An extraordinary mix of folk, rock and classical influences, the songs are minimally couched and passionately sung against a backdrop of piano and violin.
It's the music of fits and starts: a grunt, a strum, a scream, a honk, a hoot, an eruption into noise, a retreat into guitar-whine.
The latest album from heady, groovy, psychedelic-tinged rockers Dora Flood has them again in a head space few bands can match and most should appreciate.
Ohms skillfully bashes out songs on his guitar that bring to mind a punk Townes Van Zandt.