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.
Simenon is best known, at least in the Anglophone world, for his Inspector Maigret mysteries, but The Strangers in the House is not really a crime novel.
Thursday, January 4 2007
In the follow-up to last year's highly regarded EP, home recorder Mat Sweet crafts minimalist acoustic reveries of whispered menace and unsettling grace.
What happens when hipsters have kids? More importantly, what happens when formerly funny hipsters have kids?
Although there is an aspect of dorm room naiveté to her lyrics, there are moments of honesty that are both genuine and revealing.
Orbanes' passion for the game and devotion to its legendary status shines forth from every word and every page.
Upon seeing the cover of the new compilation CD by Jazzanova, Paz e Futebol, listeners might assume that the album is just a ploy to
Wednesday, January 3 2007
Written in both Iceland and his native France, musician David Grumel’s debut explores a musical palette that runs with the colours of cool jazz,
The seductive songs on Trouble Everywhere are closer to stargazing than any “indie shoegazing”. Comparable to Camera Obscura, on their debut Daylight’s for
Double guitar'd girl punk from the Pacific NW... Sleater-Kinney is gone, but the Auteurs/Delta 5/Lora Logic lineage continues.
The latest album from Portland native Tara Jane O’Neil is barren, sparse, and quite precious. From the lullaby instrumental “Primer”, the musician moves into
Tuesday, January 2 2007
From instrumental themes of 1960s British kiddie shows to charming little ditties about elves and trolls, this loopy, endearing collection has been lovingly assembled by
With a crackling collection of shambolic pop, Holy Shit prove as endearingly sophomoric as their name.
If you yearn for a return to the sensitive-guys-with-guitars movement of the late '90s, Absolutely is your ticket home.
Portuguese electronic composer (and Rhys Chatham collaborator) Rafael Toral ponders the unpredictability of synthesized sound and the emptiness of deep space in three extended pieces.
The dominance of modern technological life is driving more than animal species to extinction. And imbecilic notions of superiority are not restricted to western nations.
Monday, January 1 2007
The Antiques are the musically serene country cousins of the raunchy Americana-fuelled folk-rock sound brought to the indie stage by bands like My Morning Jacket and the Kings of Leon.