Monday, June 11 2007
We may not still be talking about the Pipettes come years' end, but when you next hear their harmonic strains you probably won’t mind
An americana version of Nick Drake who likes spaghetti westerns.
Ultra Nate continues her long career as a dance music diva with Grime Silk Thunder, her first album in six years.
This release unequivocally illustrates how the concept of remixing soul classics has hit a new low.
Bloke arranges perfectly serviceable melodic drill'n'bass circa 1997, but brings absolutely nothing of his own to the table.
Sunday, June 10 2007
A collection of beautiful and often engrossing instrumental compositions that hum with the places and feelings of the desolate environment of Henriksen's youth
Chateau Rouge has the kind of underground attitude that leaves an album vibrating with its own buzzy kick, but here the buzz never consolidates itself in a climax.
While themes of darkness are evident, each song is done in such a way as to bring some hope.
From the opening strains of "I Was Not Made to Reproduce" through the extended outro of closer "Crazy Horce", each of the album's fourteen songs serve as connective tissue in the creation of a consistent quality of sound.
Quality mid-western rock that you will most likely play out or wear out.
Thursday, June 7 2007
This reconfigured Left Coast trio churns out happy, boppy, sub-two-minute punk songs... one of them in French!
A chance for a band to reclaim a reputation that, where it exists at all, is based solely on THAT song.
Longbough can churn out lovely little indie pop/rock nuggets.
Casual but excellent power pop on new wave veteran Paul Collins's first album in 12 years.
Another example of really classy jazz musicians doing the lighter thing -- very classily!
Wednesday, June 6 2007
Custom Made use East coast elements to craft their angry, energetic brand of West coast hip-hop.
Coffinberry's power pop makes me wish it 1996... maybe a little too much.
Juvenile party rock makes a stand.
Dreamy, confessional melodrama.
Questions in Dialect is content with ‘70s era mediocrity.