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.
Sunny California pop, say hello to catchy Midwestern rock! This trio from Minneapolis has ample chops and a knack for creating shimmering pop songs that
Wednesday, May 16 2007
He's such a good electronic producer that he shouldn't need a day job
What happens when you mix Brooklyn and New Orleans? If Royal American is any indication, you get 22 minutes worth of good ole’ fashioned rock music
Oppressum is rabidly, proudly, pretentiously, and maddeningly anti-pop. As a “noise” composition, this debut full-length from Swiss-born experimenter Israel Quellet indulges in all manner of
Love in October craft radio-friendly power pop that is catchy, but ont infectious enough to distinguish them from the rest of their Fuse TV ilk.
Tender and thoughtful, DiLego has made a very good album of audible Polaroids.
Supermarathon steel drum man x 22.
Monday, May 14 2007
Listening to Peel is like taking part in a high-speed pursuit through garageland at the height of summer with the Velvet Underground and Apples In Stereo on your tail.
If it's so obvious from an artistic and commercial standpoint, it shouldn't be this hard to find.
Audibly straining to please everyone and offend no-one it offers only bland platitudes and forgettable tunes to the extent that you really have to wonder why they bothered.
Ideal Free Distribution sound like they were reared obsessively on early albums by The Kinks.