Friday, August 30 2002
It's all just so wonderfully corny.
Udo Kier stumbles down a dark New York subway stairway, his face sweaty and deeply shadowed, his eyes popping in that Udo Kierian way.
Thursday, August 29 2002
The band whose name drives SpellCheck nuts reexamines its history, finally, thankfully. After sitting on one of the most prolific catalogs of modern rock for
I can’t remember where I actually saw it, but I could have sworn that one major-paper reviewer likened the sound of Sleater-Kinney’s newest
In 1990, Chuck Prophet cut Brother Aldo, his first solo record. Recorded shortly after he left Green on Red, a cow punk outfit from San Francisco,
You either get Laura Nyro or you don’t. If you don’t, then you shouldn’t really even try, because you’re going to
With retro posturing running especially rampant in the rock underground, Long Island’s criminally overlooked My Favorite provides a fresh antidote to such fashion-over-function flybys.
Turn on the Bright Lights is the album modern followers of post-punk have been waiting for. It is the album that makes all the hub-bub about the New York City music scene of late seem justified.
I had finally had enough of the jewel cases cluttering my room. So right before I moved away for college, I invested in a multi-disc
Wednesday, August 28 2002
When Victoria Williams was growing up in Louisiana, she would often visit her grandmother. An old radio in the house played classic songs by Irving
You gotta feel bad for any artist with the unfortunate fate of being labeled “electroclash”. First, its ‘80s predecessors, who rode the Wave when it
When musical genres start running out of steam, they begin to cannibalize their past. This is what rock has been doing now for over a
Mark Nelson’s third release as Pan American, The River Made No Sound is, aside from its artistic worth, a subtle and charismatic amalgamation of
Music and drug culture have been known to go hand in hand from the beginning. From the reports of Ecstasy and Special K use at
Aside from the mellowed-out cover of Gary Numan’s “Are ‘Friends’ Electric?” on There Goes Everybody’s Astronauts, there’s not a whole lot to
“I am a muse, not a mistress, not a whore,” sings Marianne Faithfull on her new album Kissin’ Time. Strong, smart words, and sung with
Remember when metal was fun? And no, I’m not talking about the easy AquaNet-and-mullet punchline that is 1980s glam rock, which VH1 would have
S E T L I S T The RisingLonesome DayProve It All NightThe FuseDarkness on the Edge of TownEmpty SkyYou’re MissingWaitin’ on
Given the garage rock explosion that’s happened over the last 12 months, it seems almost passé to see a band like the Soledad Brothers. Wasn’
Before we turn our attention to Dolly Parton’s highly anticipated performance at Chicago’s House of Blues, let’s briefly talk about how a