Monday, November 6 2006
Buffalo Killers' music is mired in a style that makes you think there is something wrong with the speed of the album.
The goggled wonders actually put out a CD that has memorable style and memorable music!
The Canadian Daft Punk won't be topping Discovery anytime soon.
The seven new attitudes on display here seem to maintain a vague veneer of folk, but also lurch between electronic blip accompaniment, noisy backup vocal arrangements, sudden falsetto, oozing cello drone, scratchy keys-and-flute jams, and operatic orchestration reminiscent of the last full-length.
Sunday, November 5 2006
In the absence of the Elephant 6 collective, the Channel turn out to be pretty likable.
A very good album from a band that you probably never heard of.
Typical lo-fi fare given just enough edge by a dose of innovation.
Friday, November 3 2006
German painter and fingerpicker spins sunny landscapes on steel-string guitar, drawing on folk, blues and raga styles.
The most exciting thing about Fuckpony is its name.
Four Hours Sleep is a very capable Australian outfit that makes very crisp and credible adult contemporary pop. A song like “I Know I Shouldn’
Thursday, November 2 2006
On this creepily creeping EP, the Dead Science barter in weirdness more so than musicality and fail to connect.
Carey really doesn’t have much to say. She’s earnest enough, and she’s not dumb. But she really doesn’t offer any great insights into the world in which we live.
Mad Tea Party forgo the crumpets and dish up a plateful of whimsy, with attractive, ear-catching melodies and a determination to rescue the kazoo from pop music's instrumental toybox.
Wednesday, November 1 2006
McKay preaches about life in the hood and rising above it. She tells her audience that each of them can better themselves in a passionate, dramatic voice.
Interpol/Bravery/Bloc Party also-rans get reworked by Ladytron and others on this new EP. The results, too, are mixed.
The last album from this Portland outfit is an eclectic bit of work that rarely leaves one bored. Whether it is the drone-ful “The Dream
Tuesday, October 31 2006
Tokumaru is a musical Philosopher's Stone; he transmutes even chickens into gold.
Apparently, the folks in Steril would prefer to forget their last couple albums ever existed.
There are many of us who still enjoy listening to Michael Jackson. Unfortunately, this release doesn't accentuate what we like about his music.
Vladislav Delay, a.k.a. Luomo, must be coming up on 30, but he continues to appear cutting-edge with his heavy, fractured dub. All the fuss