Sunday, April 22 2007
Brooklyn, New York's Phonograph adeptly weave electronic sounds, ambient textures and fine layers of production together with a folk rock shuffle.
Australian-born, Berlin resident, Justine Electra has been a fixture on the German underground tek-house scene for the last few years.
Jenny Owen Youngs has a different musical take on things, and it's a very refreshing one.
Seemingly as unsure of what it's trying to accomplish as we are of what to do with it.
The second installment of the Bargrooves Black establishes early on an entirely conventional "groove" sound – soul-infused, low-tempo House seasoned with varying degrees of electro, disco, tech. You know, the usual.
Thursday, April 19 2007
All Smiles' album stimulates something less like "all smiles" and more like "partial heartbreak".
Rumor has it there's a band in Seattle, Washington with a smooth hip-hop flow backed by face-melting guitars. Truth is, it's not just a rumor.
Iowa-based jug band go back to the banjo and washboard-driven music of the Hoover administration for inspiration on their debut.
Even divorced from the images they accompany, this 40-minute work stands on its own remarkably well, smartly jettisoning aside the notions of both the pop song and tension-filled cinematic score to create a moody, distinct electronic work.
When Tigers & Monkeys stick to their strengths, the album seems to breeze by rapidly.
Wednesday, April 18 2007
Alex Delivery's sonic melodies and space-age beats offer plenty of surprises and pleasant digressions; sort of like a more coherent Fiery Furnaces.
Manic, a new L.A. band, show us their colours early on their debut EP, Floorboards.
Rarely has a band’s sound lived up to its name, but Sounds Like Violence churn out one frantic outburst after another that takes no prisoners or hostages.
They'd be better off ditching the carefully-coiffed comb-overs, too, lest labelmate Zakk Wylde comes along and tear them a new one.
Efficient? Supremely so. Exciting? Well... but perfectly played!
Tuesday, April 17 2007
Life post-Antipop Consortium has been a trudge through the underground for each member.
This album is only 14:36 long so this review will be very short, it’d probably be longer if I had read the 200-page novel that
The task of entering the Lou Barlow catalog over 20 years since it began seems as daunting and perilous as an assault on K2.
The Snake The Cross The Crown is a talented group, but Cotton Teeth just doesn't have the musical depth it needs to compete in an oversaturated indie market.
Brandon Butler has seemingly grown up a bit, ditching the wails for the jangles of roots rock tunes that could be found on any decent Mellencamp album.