Thursday, March 8 2007
Atlanta band Warm in the Wake is a perfect cross of Wilco, The Shins and Sparklehorse.
Consider this an orange juice and mogadon cocktail.
Presence Under the Tree is a double-CD collection of starry-eyed, dreampoppy, vaguely folkish indie, one disc labelled Twilight (the more robust) and the other Starlight
A collection of musical short stories combining acoustic guitar with electronic effects.
Wednesday, March 7 2007
Maybe the city influences the music. Maybe the music is indicative of the city. Either way, Black Milk may become the pride of Detroit, Michigan.
Hug: should sound pretty warm, right? Producer John Dahlbäck’s fuzzy pseudonym had me fearing that Heroes would be one of those folktronic cuddlecore
The project of Eric Woodruff, former of Delay, is a spacey rock-meets-Americana album that meanders from one very good song to another. Although there are
With Waving, Not Drowning, Citizens Here and Abroad suffer a lack of distinction. Impeded by an unpalatable homogeneity, the album fails to distinguish the band
Eamonn Coyne and Kris Drever aren’t knee-deep in either Celtic music or bluegrass, but instead weave a nice and nifty combination of the two.
Tuesday, March 6 2007
The three Roche sisters possess lovely voices and the ability to create stunning vocal harmonies that just take one's breath away.
Serene but inventive drone-based music from improvisation-minded Norwegians.
Like Texan psychedelic pioneers the 13th Floor Elevators, Austin-based band the Summer Wardrobe enjoy melding traditional country instruments into a heady brew of trippy cerebral
When people think of Celtic rock, they often think of the Waterboys or the Pogues. The Elders, with lead singer (and Irishman) Ian Bryne at
Why do people say that two many cooks in the kitchen spoil the soup? I’d wager a guess, but people have been saying this
Monday, March 5 2007
This Canadian outfit of brothers Mars and Michael Ivic concoct sweet ‘60s era pop on the cheerful Brit-tinged “Hearts for the Living”.
Damiera plays hyperkinetic, angular indie rock, echoing At the Drive-In, or Coheed & Cambria without the weird prog-rock tendencies.
I've been putting this off for ages, after seeing Red Hunter's puzzling set at CMJ and feeling that there was already maybe one too many willfully eccentric freak folkers wending his costumed, ethnic-instrumented way through the cosmos.
The Scottish indie rock band apparently rarely plays live, but for the singing alone I would encourage them to do so.
You may have heard Adrianne’s song in the Courtney Cox series
Sunday, March 4 2007
A soft jangle of guitars, a hazy, New Zealand production sheen, the gently melancholy yet sort of humorous lyrics had me thinking I'd stumbled onto some lost Flying Nun outtake.