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.
Nassau is a Canadian band that could make a name for itself a la Arcade Fire, Stars or Broken Social Scene.
Sunday, February 25 2007
Singer-songwriter Kim Barlow’s latest album continues her strong collection with a gorgeous body of songs.
Kendra Shank doesn’t sing Abbey Lincoln’s songs as much as Shank inhabits them.
Yes, kids, these dudes are cult, or kvlt if you prefer, right down to the typically grim (AKA "poorly lit") album cover and unreadable band logo.
My Brightest Diamond's iTunes-only Disappear EP functions as a holdover between her two albums.
Good Shoes' Britpop has the smacky, slapping rhythm of 1970s punk.
Humorist P.J. O'Rourke livens things up in a new book on economic pioneer Adam Smith.
Thursday, February 22 2007
Where Austin-based San Saba County's 2004 debut had its roots firmly planted in the alt-country soil of the Lone Star State, their follow-up proves to be a lot like the Texas desert.
A deceptive The Art of Losing morphs from caper to moral fable.
All lightly strummed guitar, clear, airy organ notes, and an ambiance that manages to be sparse without ever feeling empty, the new effort from Berlin
Secret warfare, mystical powers, political turmoil and two ancient, feuding ninja families: it's no wonder that Futaro Yamada's classic Japanese novel still endures.