Thursday, December 14 2006
Not loud, not simple, not rebarbative, not monotonous, not short on linear, harmonic or textural imagination.
There can be little doubt, looking across the horizons of contemporary society and assuming any objective measure, that the notion of godlessness has reached a nadir.
To look at the impossibly cute nineteen year old singer-songwriter Paolo Nutini, you’d think he would sound like a choirboy. Instead, his voice is
The emphasis here is less on action than on character and motivation, and the tempo overall is mostly andante moderato, not allegro vivace.
Please, we have too many bad metalcore bands in America to have to deal with Australian ones, too.
Wednesday, December 13 2006
There’s a new digital turntable console out there that will read your vinyl records with perfect exactitude, as well as set you back about 15
Killing with power, again and again...
Rose's Pawn Shop successfully push a bluegrass/old-timey sound onto the bar band stage with the quite fine The Arsonist.
In Richard Powers' world, where technology and humanity are inexorably fused, memory is a mashed-up maelstrom that's random and repetitive, elusive and deceptive.
Don’t say I didn’t warn ya. Having listened to the promo EP from Rose Hill Drive earlier in the year, the band
Tuesday, December 12 2006
When’s the last time you picked up a double-disc CD retrospective of a band that’s been around for a quarter of a century
A ready roughness, no lack of vigour or talent, a bit rushed. Genre: early Rolling Stones with Brian Jones.
Mute Math could make a huge, epic record, but all they've done here is show us they're capable of that without completely delivering.
JJ Baron is a consummate storyteller who weaves his tales around shimmering pedal steel and six-string acoustic. The singer’s debut album, Brand New
Monday, December 11 2006
Languid lo-fi pop from some LA drifters.
The guitarist of death-punk outfit Form of Rocket is named Peter Makowski. There is a song at the end of the album titled “Peter
Landon Pigg’s debut album is not at all what I expected from this former kiddie-music singer (his credits include a pair of Ronald McDonald
At times, this is rather painful dance rock to listen to, going nowhere fast.
Sunday, December 10 2006
NYC punk rockers want to be your Joey Ramone... but fare best when they take things down a notch.
The Inner Banks have crafted a gorgeous, warm, gently winding debut worth returning to again and again.