Wednesday, May 23 2007
Collage music, but not quite the African-American/African concerto the blurb suggests.
Tuesday, May 22 2007
Third album from the Portland post-punk trio puts serrated edges and lattice-like complexity onto jittery pop songs.
Michigan garage band the Hard Lessons discover that sometimes it pays to acknowledge your heroes.
If you're buying music at the same time as you buy your coffee, you deserve what you get.
The American Plague breaks out again with their sophomore effort, blending various genres of rock to create a unique sound and an impressive disc that clocks in at little over a half an hour and packs some seriously infectious tunes.
Artcore punk comes up from the Portland underground with a new sound made by worms.
Monday, May 21 2007
Mixing Sigur Rós' dramatic scope with Brian Wilson's summery melodies, Miracle Fortress' debut is a thing of rare beauty.
With all they’ve got going for them, who wouldn’t want to kick it with The Shake?
Pleasant’s not an inapt word for this one, which does give some indication of how prettily and maybe even exquisitely Lorber can play piano,
Average mix album of funkified disco from the LA duo
This guitarist and laptopper's download-only EP sounds dated and dippy.
Sunday, May 20 2007
Which sounds more titillating -- politics or a lap dance? Well, I'd normally go with "lap dance" but, in this case, I'll take politics all day long.
The Roadside Graves's third album proves that you don't have to come from deep in the pines to play gut-wrenching folk 'n' country.
Three saxophones, flute, oboe, trumpet, and trombone blur into one terrifying mass during the piece's most gratifying moments.
The band blends jazz, Balkan brass, pop, and some Latin touches for an interesting if odd result.
Country newcomer Robin English seems to fall in line with other female roots-oriented musicians like Patty Griffin. But there is also a slickness to some
Thursday, May 17 2007
Music for a trip from Carolina to Texas and back again. Play this CD 32 times straight and say, "There's no place like Tree Hill…There's no place like Tree Hill…"
If today was the end, you could do worse to listen to this compilation.
Most music—even the most liberated improv—relies on signposts, points of reference by which the listener can navigate their way through the sound and
Two Cow Garage unfortunately remains a mostly one-trick pony in their energetic but mostly monotonous third album.