Tuesday, August 6 2002
For fans of jangly guitars, great harmonies and old-fashioned song craft, this CD is like manna from power pop heaven. Richard X. Heyman’s Basic
All it takes is a good mixtape to put you in the right mood. Having The Magnificent by DJ Jazzy Jeff sitting on my desk
To hell with Roosevelt. To hell with Babe Ruth. To hell with Roy Acuff.” Perhaps the mark of a real musician is to have enemy
Monday, August 5 2002
The Zone, which appears to have slipped out some time ago, is one of those unheralded affairs that puts many far more hyped-up projects to
Truthfully Speaking is appropriate listening for a energetic Saturday afternoon, it’s fit for a spin in the car stereo and ripe for contemporary feminist
If you dig sexy, last tango, electro-pop, this is right up your rainy, misty, cobbled alley. Silverman are an English duo, Anna Dennis and Martin
Spoon’s sordid history has by now wormed its way into the public domain of indie rock as yet another epic struggle between fiery D
Oh, it’s always interesting to watch the music critics try to sit down and describe an album that seems to defy everything they’ve
Spooky calls Optometry “jazz for the genre splice generation”.
Is there really anyone out there who can’t spare some love for Atom and his Package? I mean, really, has a more endearing character
Thursday, August 1 2002
From the annals of the under appreciated, I give you Jeff Lynne, a man with talent and history enough for a whole league of musicians,
They say that irony is sweet, but I prefer to think of it as painful. So often things that you wish would happen only come
It’s so easy to take Los Lobos for granted. Some of their records have been better than others, but they’ve never made a
If any one collective typifies both the essence and inexorable rise of the European nu-jazz sound it is Berlin’s Jazzanova. The surprisingly large sales
It’s not the old “loud” Elvis for sure, but the rhythmic and lyrical twists of this year’s model still make for one very good CD that reveals more with each repeated listen.
NBC’s new series She Spies immediately begs two questions. First, what is this tough girl T&A fantasy doing popping up mid-season and
[There's] little for the inhabitants to do, other than chill in the hot tub, smoke too much, and plot, scheme, and worry themselves to the point of paranoia.
Look again, and it opens up into a morass of narrative fractures.