Thursday, April 25 2002
On one level, 'Yankee Hotel Foxtrot' is a lush pop album, though notes of dissonance constantly intrude, interrupting and complicating the pop sound; on another, it is an exploration of the barriers to communication.
Musical meaning is measured in millions. Pampered, mega-sloth Mac-Poodles are led around the electronic cage on invisible leashes by giant invisible corporate owners and applauded
Pepito is a two-person band from San Francisco who just may have made the debut album of the year. They traffic in the ambiguities and
Bren Mead and Sean Rawls, dual leaders of Athens’ Masters of the Hemisphere, are eternal indie-pop pranksters, whose cache of irresistible hooks is dwarfed only
Wouldn’t it be good if everyone knew how good Nik Kershaw really is? Nik Kershaw is one of the most criminally unappreciated songwriters of
Back when I was first discovering music, good pop was relatively easy to come by. Everything, to me, was new and fresh, enticing and electric.
We Are Going to America offers a fragmented and personal interpretation of the immigrants' experiences.
World Traveler returns to the 'problem' of Cal's appearance, as several characters... remark on his beauty.
The Rock is a star, straight up.
Murderous Maids proffers all the pieces to the case and yet never reveals a pattern.
Most regrettably, Lanie's not a crazy chick at all.
As its title suggests, the pall of inevitability hangs over Les Destinées.
Jason X merely proceeds from one bloody splatter shot to the next.
'The Cat's Meow' insists, you can't go back to the good old days, because they were never so good as you think they were.
Wednesday, April 24 2002
The concept is simple. Take a number of artists from a variety of musical backgrounds, ask them each to write and perform a song. The
Buoyed by the production of Kay Gee (he of Naughty By Nature fame), the trio Next fit nicely into a post-Jodeci black pop world, alongside
One-woman band Elizabeth Sharp is the skewed mastermind behind Live at the Holiday Sin, her third full-length release under the name Ill Ease. The title
As is the problem with most albums of its time in the independent world, where not releasing an album on a regular basis can force
San Francisco’s Chantigs have apparently been rocking it up for some time. Previous releases such as Up with the Chantigs found much favor amongst
Sometimes it can be hard not to wonder when exactly the IDM movement stopped producing truly innovative works and started to become a cheap, Autechre-derivative