Wednesday, August 7 2002
As a late-arriving passenger on the their bandwagon, I was disappointed to learn that At the Drive In had broken up before I had the
The Kills It was estrogen overload at the Silverlake Lounge on Thursday evening. The bill featured three bands fronted by women and the first opener,
None of Us Are Free But Some of Us Are Brave Most of my generation (“X”) peers—especially indie rock & dance music critics—and
The room is almost vacant. A cluster of figures, some partnered, most lone, stand darkly before the soft glow, projected from a pensile rig, lighting
American Analog Set Her Space Holiday For me, Texas band American Analog Set put out one of the most affecting records of last year with
What Lamb manages brilliantly is to show us what happened to Vietnam after the American War (as it is referred to by the Vietnamese).
In reflecting on a prospective trip to New York, Twigger admits that Americans didn't seem 'to give a toss' about what he had to say. This book is not likely to change our attitude towards him that much.
Tuesday, August 6 2002
This is a better album than I had expected and will please anyone who laments the loss of fatback drums, funky organ fills, and muscular vocals.
Our Lady Peace are like cockroaches. Not even nuclear holocaust could stop them. They hit the scene in the mid-‘90s, one of the most
I’m going to be brave and shoot my credibility as a reviewer in the foot by saying I simply don’t like Bob Dylan.
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