David Antrobus

Features

Jack on Fire: Jeffrey Lee Pierce, 1958–1996

He was as unlikely a candidate to don the mantle of rock and roll cliché as anyone; he was just a child's drawing of abject gloom, a stocky fireplug frame, dark, insomniac eyes skittering beneath the damp straw tangle of his anime-angular hair, an upside-down sorrow-mouth. [23 September 2009]

“Everyone I Know Goes Away in the End”: A Tribute to Johnny Cash

Not a great lover or follower of country music -- hey, what could a bunch of twangy bejeweled cowpokes say to me, a snotty punk brat from Manchester, England, right? [15 September 2003]

Reviews

Stars: Set Yourself on Fire

There is nothing vague about the sweet ache running like candy stripes throughout the confectioner's swirl of their endearing electro chamber pop. [24 March 2005]

Low: The Great Destroyer

The Duluth trio have confounded us again, which is a good thing of course. Virtually absent on The Great Destroyer are the spare, minimalist daubs of intimate beauty with which they're so closely associated, and yet, nonetheless, it wades through a kind of dark, tumultuous resplendence all its own. [1 February 2005]

The Mountain Goats: We Shall All Be Healed

Mountain Goats have just added a further chapter in an ongoing saga of (micro) relationships examined against a backdrop of (macro) global concern, We Shall All Be Healed being the most explicit yet.

[27 July 2004]

The Cooper Temple Clause + Calla: 27 March 2004: Richards on Richards - Vancouver

At its most arresting, the music of Calla hums with tension along the line between polarities. [21 April 2004]

The Weakerthans: Reconstruction Site

In a move pretty much guaranteed to bewilder Serious Young Hipsters everywhere, John K. Samson—with his central Canadian band the Weakerthans—has embarked on a relatively gentle (and literate) pop heading seemingly very much at odds with the metronomic, angular (and angry) discord of his former punk band, Propagandhi.

[3 December 2003]

Guided by Voices: Earthquake Glue

Steeped in big rock history, steadfastly tenacious, perversely, refreshingly uncool, Bob Pollard has written a fine collection of songs, for the most part, and his band, in their execution, have matched him every step of the way.

[17 September 2003]

Damien Jurado: Where Shall You Take Me?

Disheveled electric guitar strums and circling piano spar like late night drunks with no real fight left in them. [25 April 2003]