Tuesday, November 14 2006
In the years after he named Earl Warren as chief justice, President Dwight Eisenhower made clear he regretted the choice, calling it one of his biggest mistakes.
[Martin] is as much at odds with Professors Dawkins and Dennet as was Stephen Jay Gould.
Dead Poetic is not quite a cookie-cutter rock band, mainly because there’s no blood-curdling wail in the opening minutes. Dead Poetic relies on strong
Berlin and minimalism is almost a cliché at this point but the truth is, Cassy pulls it off with flair on this satisfying mix.
Monday, November 13 2006
Was it one of the city’s weekly papers that called National Eye Philadelphia’s version of Radiohead? Not so fast… Though National Eye have
Stars is a celebratory album, and also a happy one. Singing, "What if I told you that you're beautiful? / Would you believe?" Pérez sounds sincerely interested in the answer.
Like maple syrup, a little bit of Mallett can go a long way, but this disc provides some welcome sweetness.
Autovaughn's Space is like modern rock radio, except indie-er.
On their second album, the Ratchets serve up meat and potatoes punk rock with a pinch of reggae. Unsurprisingly, they sound the Clash circa 1978.
Sunday, November 12 2006
Stay away. Seriously.
These thug tales provide an escape from the safety of the suburbs. Danger lurks everywhere on the songs here.
There's a lightness of touch and a breezy, jazzy atmosphere to these 12 Sven Libaek Australian film-score compositions from the '60s and '70s.
Dig Dug further cements Namco's image as fortunate sons of context and circumstance.
Like the light cycles in Tron, you're in control of futuristic vehicles that leave solid walls in their wakes.
You're a disembodied head spitting fruit at all manner of monsters. Any questions?
Germany's Ira is a group that wants to rock out, but ends up plodding along.
Friday, November 10 2006
While “Whitecaps of White Noise” is in fact the title of a standout two-part suite for static and disintegrating synthesizer from Tim Hecker’s latest
Thursday, November 9 2006
The Red Sparowes’ Every Red Heart Shines Towards the Red Sun contains elements that are driving building to elements that are fast, and the resultant
Five guys and six songs equals 23½ minutes of rambling, lo-fidelity pop. The EP is fun in a goofy way.
Copious quirk and a sense of humor. What's not to like?