Wednesday, July 11 2007
Sitcom-sampling quartet's album falls a bit flat.
Phil Spector-like maestro picks up a guitar and rambles.
Tuesday, July 10 2007
Bands like Jesu and Cult of Luna might be attracting the most attention with their distortion-drenched melodies, dubbed “metalgaze” by the perpetually pigeonholing music media,
The gayest album this side of the Scissor Sisters; in this case, it's not a good thing.
With touches of blues, jazz, hip-hop and experimental electronica, Juba Dance has created a genre of its own.
If these six songs are any indication, Lionheart is one adorable name we're going to be hearing a lot more of.
This EP from Bucks County, Pennsylvania's Eastern Conference Champions leaves quite an impression and seems a harbinger of great things to come.
Monday, July 9 2007
Irving's Alex Church goes solo (with friends) as Sea Wolf on this quite nice debut EP of wistful indie folk and chamber pop.
DJ Chris Fortier offers international underground dance music, as befits an artist who regularly performs at hotspots everywhere from Europe to Tokyo to Buenos Aires.
Wolf Parade's Dante DeCaro takes a moment to explore his folksy side with Johnny and the Moon.
Medium-boil electronic, bursting with elastic pings, Kid A organ drips, and nasal percussion that neither party nor noticeably plod.
Poppy piano man finds a new audience in Sweden.
Sunday, July 8 2007
With her compelling sophomore album, this catchy, rock-country singer-songwriter shows why she should be a star.
This collection will likely inspire many listeners to dig deeper into the CrystalTop catalog.
Judith Owen creates quiet musical sweetness; her songs are generally solemn and meditative.
It's a fans-only affair, but we knew that going in -– so if you're all about with previous Lawrence mixes, you'll be on familiar territory.
Yellow 6 achieves much with moody ambiance.
Friday, July 6 2007
Where do The Shakes sit on the strobe-light fence? From the sounds here, they’re sittin’ pretty.
A second album of stripped-down rockers from the hard-charging Missouri garage trio brings tunes as rough and acrid as kerosene, and just as likely to catch fire.
The Low Miffs will likely appeal to fans of Franz Ferdinand for their pop smarts.