Thursday, June 6 2002
Lauryn: I don’t like to write letters to people who may never see them, and I fear that the practice lingers near insanity—kinda
View Point #1: “Deep Inside the Ear / Resonance Inside the Heart” Cornelius has made, with Point, a perfect album. For me. I have no idea if
The girls of Azure Ray, Orenda Fink and Maria Taylor, are pretty busy these days. In addition to putting out their own records, they’ve
Tart is another in a long line of unoriginal attempts to explore one girl's desire to fit in.
concerned with asserting the significance of art in a world that isn't interested in art.
Wednesday, June 5 2002
It’s been four years since Portishead’s live disc came out, and that was a short year after their self-titled sophomore effort was released
Maybe the Nekromantix were a great idea that is running out of steam only now, as they release their sixth album, Return of the Loving
I have a confession to make: I’m completely and utterly addicted to this CD. It didn’t start this way—I didn’t expect
Album reviews in certain categories have a tendency to blend together, and this is especially true of the singer-songwriter genre. Because the intent of these
Now those of you who haven’t yet caught their greasy magic should immediately skip down to the local record dealer and pull out their big 10-inch record, Arkansas Heat, a quick and noisy platter about Arkansas, love, and revolution.
It seems that with the release of every new Goo Goo Dolls album, the tired old debate rages about how inferior the band are now
Robert Pollard is a wonder. Whether with his main group, indie-rock heroes Guided By Voices, or on his own Fading Captain series of releases, he
Since disbanding one of the most significant bands of the 1990s, it’s evident that Billy Corgan has had just one thing on his mind:
Sloan Pete Yorn Pete Yorn, Named By His Parents, And Sloan, Named After A Brand Of Auto-flush Toilets, Hit The Road Together Let’s face
Inside that tiny red dress is a tinier woman, and she’s standing before the tiniest crowd I’ve ever seen at the Bowery Ballroom.
Pretty Girls Make Graves didn’t come on ‘til midnight. My friend Aliza and I snarked our way through a slew of not-terrible indie bands
David Bazan, the man who puts the Pedro in Pedro the Lion, stood on the edge of the stage for the entirety of the hour-long
Once the sole domain of rabidly devoted fans, funk-fusion was at one time regarded as the bastard stepchild of the jazz genre, eschewed by most