Thursday, November 16 2006
Calling out T. Rex, Slade and especially Led Zeppelin, this NYC trio splices monster hooks and thunderous drums to catchy glam-rocking choruses.
Boamaster feels like an enticing pre-sexual tease, centred on cocoons, secrecy, and a dark, faintly threatening, aura of childishness.
French producer I:Cube (Nicolas Chaix) offers this set recorded live at the Planetarium de La Villette in Paris during the StarBall festival last year.
Short programme, late Romantic post-Liszt piano music, freshly composed and freshly played con amore.
In the rap world, a brush with death can be the necessary fodder to turn heads, as the chart-dazzled 50 Cent and Cam’Ron have discovered
Wednesday, November 15 2006
The fourth album from Canadian alt-pop singer-songwriter Lily Frost is an addictive delight.
Another insufficiently bargain-priced, too short selection from Billie Holiday's happiest years.
The You is rough around the edges and stylistically all over the place, but Josh Verbanets' debut points to a bright future.
This 27-year-old Brazilian guitarist has chops to spare and some very talented friends; if it wasn’t only 35 minutes long, one could well describe On
Trentemoller, big man of 2005 house, gives us a taste of his forthcoming long-player in the form of a single and some remixes. “Always Something Better”
Tuesday, November 14 2006
Singer-songwriter Amy Annelle's songs are creepy on the surface, but the good stuff lies below.
While this collection is definitely cool, its primary purpose is to acquaint newbies with the legend of Miles Davis.
The concept is really intriguing, but the reality is undenaibly disappointing.
Dead Poetic is not quite a cookie-cutter rock band, mainly because there’s no blood-curdling wail in the opening minutes. Dead Poetic relies on strong
Berlin and minimalism is almost a cliché at this point but the truth is, Cassy pulls it off with flair on this satisfying mix.
Monday, November 13 2006
Was it one of the city’s weekly papers that called National Eye Philadelphia’s version of Radiohead? Not so fast… Though National Eye have
Stars is a celebratory album, and also a happy one. Singing, "What if I told you that you're beautiful? / Would you believe?" Pérez sounds sincerely interested in the answer.
Like maple syrup, a little bit of Mallett can go a long way, but this disc provides some welcome sweetness.
Autovaughn's Space is like modern rock radio, except indie-er.
On their second album, the Ratchets serve up meat and potatoes punk rock with a pinch of reggae. Unsurprisingly, they sound the Clash circa 1978.