Wednesday, June 6 2007
Questions in Dialect is content with ‘70s era mediocrity.
The fragile bedroom pop on the band’s second album is relaxed, compelling, and down-to-earth -- no freak in this folk.
Red Soil is worth checking out, even if soft jazz is not usually your thing.
A California band with a distinctly Dublin sound.
Graig Markel’s latest album is a layered affair but isn’t too rich for one’s palette.
The .aiff Skull EP is little more than a vaguely interesting means to a massive headache.
Monday, June 4 2007
This single feels like a grab at mainstream from a band that promises more than that.
It’s almost too easy to dismiss Priestbird as being too eclectic for its own good. After all, the band formerly known as Tarantula A
Poison'd finds Poison taking the time-honored covers route.
There is no questioning the passion and possibility which lies in Arthur's work; however, with little space ceded to balance and nuance, Iron certainly leaves room to hone, polish and find improvement.
Singer-songwriter Danny Flowers has quite the guest performer on the opening title track. Emmylou Harris adds a warm feel to the rather straightforward folksy ditty.
Sunday, June 3 2007
Olson's way is never trendy or trail-blazing, but so steeped in classic American song that his body of work seems to exist out of time.
The Los Angeles duo display some top notch songwriting, but might love the Beatles a little too much for their own good.
A very interesting collection of songs with a roots rock feel.
Gilles Peterson is let loose on one of the most iconic of all jazz catalogues, the Impulse label.
Sun-drenched indie-pop meets avant-garde instrumentalism on Mira Mira's assured yet eclectic debut.
Thursday, May 31 2007
Its groovy yet sedate mix of diverse, international styles is bound to please the "planeterized" listener.
Libman can do the squiggle synths and hand clapping with the best of them.
I’m probably one of the few critics left who still believes Kinsella has some great stuff still instead him, but he is losing the goodwill of both critics and fans by releasing tossed off projects like this.
As if “Stars Are Blind” didn’t make it absolutely, incontrovertibly clear that there’s no good way to write a song about Paris Hilton,