Friday, July 6 2007
Orginality? Paging all originality. You are needed in the I Am the Pilot recording studio.
Wednesday, July 4 2007
Career-spanning primer collects the works of Hamburg minimal house maestro. A bit too pretty for some, but dreamy for most.
First off, this is, hands down, the coolest album art design we'll come across all year.
Tulsa Drone are intent on making memorable alt.country-leaning songs that seem to fall somewhere between Wilco on their more experimental side and a laidback Singapore Sling.
Their songs have picked up a relaxed state of sophistication, like they've been listening to a lot of cocktail jazz and bossa nova, fancy cocktails in hand, letting the vibe seep into their songs.
If you heard this as the soundtrack to the game SSX Blur, you probably wouldn't have any complaints
Monday, July 2 2007
Who really cares about the mix when you're having so much fun?
Although modern popular entertainment values the immediate and the visual, these three hours spent with only two voices are hilariously rewarding.
Electro-emo is what? Brooding? Sad? How about dancable and fun? Surprisingly, the Secret Handshake does just that ...
New addition to the Shady Records roster is now formally introduced.
This modest, instrumental album melds a plethora of influences into a complex web of experimental pop
Sunday, July 1 2007
A trio of Goth girls release an album that cross-pollinates Bossanova-era Pixies with everything you've ever loved about the Breeders.
Track a Tiger appears close to felling the elusive prey of wider acclaim.
This reissue of a 1970 "lost psychedelic gem" takes more from soft rock radio than it does from the counterculture, making for music more saccharin than heady.
There are few, if any, musicians around today that play Chicago blues better than father and son team of Carey Bell Harrington and Lurrie Bell.
A band that actually cites Silverchair as a major musical influence.
Thursday, June 28 2007
I Put a Record On is hypnotic and fascinating in all the right ways.
More accessible than Lightning Bolt, and powerful enough to blow the hipster moustache of Jesse Keeler's mug.
Cleveland six-piece are soft and sweet and compulsively clad in the sound of crisp acoustic guitars.
This former frontman for Best Kissers in the World takes his own material and blends it in with some thoughtfully selective covers