Monday, September 24 2001
Abandoned Pools is former Eels’ member Tommy Walter’s current project. On Humanistic, Walter goes at it all alone for the most part, with occasional
Sunday, September 23 2001
Bridging the gap between the folk of Shawn Colvin and the crossover pop of Kim Richey, Dar Williams has always been an endearing and popular
Tuesday, September 18 2001
Why did Elektra release this? Did some marketing survey reveal that there are fans out there who simply won't pay the extra six bucks for a double album? I don't get it -- but maybe that's why I had such a short-lived career in music marketing and promotions.
A mixed bag? Surely that was the intention all along. You’ve got to love a band that defies easy categorization, if any at all. Now for that eagerly anticipated sixth album!
The new Kingsbury Manx CD, Let You Down, unfolds and spreads like an atmosphere and hangs in the air like architecture to inhabit.
A Tori Amos album that even some of the most devoted fans seem to be passing on. Ah well, if nothing else it’ll score Amos a little pocket change. You gotta love product.
Monday, September 17 2001
I used to like 99 cent samplers, and perhaps boasted publicly too often about my once secret thrill of finding them. But with inflation, slagflation, slumpflation,
Various Artists Lush Life Electronica(Quango/Palm Pictures)US release date: 4 September, 2001UK release date: Available as import by Matt Cibula various-dubselector.jpg :. e-mail
“I used to think we’d last as long as out hair did, but that doesn’t seem to matter anymore which is good for
Bill Doss of the Sunshine Fix, talking about his creative process, said, “It’s all about appropriating these days isn’t it?”. And why shouldn’
Nine Inch Nails really had something going in 1989 with the gut-wrenching, soul-sucking album, Pretty Hate Machine. Fast forward 12 years, and Trent Reznor is still hard
There is some electronic music that is meant for ass-shakin’ at the club: big fat beats that get the rump rockin’, hyperkinetic rhythms, fast-paced spacey
Squeeze were never cool. One viewing of their atrocious videos proves that they could not compete in the image wars of the early 1980s. Their
I missed out on punk rock. Sure, I listened to Social Distortion on my friend Pat’s tape deck, got into old Clash tapes in
1998: Toni Braxton files for bankruptcy. Titantic becomes one of the biggest films in history. Frank Sinatra dies. Swing dancing becomes the country line dancing of
The lights go down. The spotlight hits the stage. A crowded room of indie-rock kids clink their glasses of single malt beverages. A buzz of
A bright Gerber daisy on his jacket is not enough to distract you from the intensity of Beaver Nelson’s piercing stare. Yet the photograph
Mark Nishita, a.k.a. Money Mark, is a hard man to pin down. If you recognize the name, it’s most likely because of
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury: My clients, the Mad Capsule Markets, are accused of many things. The prosecution has tried very hard to paint
Ladies and gentlemen, I give to you . . . John Mayer! Now, just be quiet a moment. You’re going to love this guy! You’re going