Monday, December 9 2002
The debut effort of singer/songwriter/guitarist Jimm McIver (pronounced McKeever) is a pleasant collection of aural fun that points up the many different facets
Ask a friend what type of music they like to listen to, and more often than not you’ll be greeted with a short response: “
Friday, December 6 2002
Each section lingers just a little, as if the characters will have trajectories beyond the minutes you see them.
Careens between fiction and confession, repetition and revelation.
Thursday, December 5 2002
Over the past few years, the underground synth pop scene has been getting more and more attention from the mainstream media. Acts like Fischerspooner, Chicks
Calling all Phish fans. Rykodisc asked Jon Fishman to drum up some business by baiting the hook that will haul in the fresh cash of
Part of the thrill of Chemistry Is What We Are, Simian’s 2001 debut album, was the promise it held. Four young men, steeped in ‘60s
So I’m over at my friend Pierre’s place the other night and he puts this CD on. It’s pretty amazing to hear
I have vivid recollections of my childhood introduction to soul music. Songs like Junior Walker’s “What Does It Take (to Win Your Love)”, Aretha
At the beginning of this year, the Mountain Goats released All Hail West Texas, an album recorded at home on a nearly-broken down machine and
Several years ago in an interview with Karin Brennesvik, Norwegian dance teacher, she spoke fondly of her region’s great hardingfele player, Knut Buen. In
Marsha (songstress) & Natalie (floacist), aka Floetry, are soul mates. Contrary to the popular making-of-the-band phenomenon surrounding pop and trickling down into R&B
In the fall of 1975, the thirtysomething Dylan felt he had to challenge himself, as well as have some fun with his friends at the same time, and that feeling is palpable on this album. After 27 long years, we can finally properly hear the Master in his finest hour, and what a thrill it is.
In life, rock stars are fallible, capable of recording a bad album or being arrested for some unsavory violation you’d rather not know about.
A space opera in touch with its feminine side.
What is the relevance of individual agency in such vast systems as the Nazi war machine or the post-war global arms trade?"
At first, the girls-gone-wild moment is just about driving the supremely inept boys batty with desire.
Hooray for kicking opponents' heads in, fancy wirework, and twirling black topcoats.
Of the many crazy clichés in Empire, Isabella Rossellini's big fat hair has to be the loony-tunesiest.
Dolgin and Franco work hard not to exploit Heidi's naïvete for its narrative potential.