David AntrobusFeatures
Jack on Fire: Jeffrey Lee Pierce, 1958–1996He 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 CashNot 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 FireThere 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 DestroyerThe 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 HealedMountain 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 - VancouverAt its most arresting, the music of Calla hums with tension along the line between polarities. [21 April 2004]
The Weakerthans: Reconstruction SiteIn 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 GlueSteeped 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] |
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