Sunday, March 9 2003
The Clash. Nine Inch Nails. Gravity Kills. Sister Machine Gun. Bile. Moby. Revolting Cocks. Red Hot Chili Peppers. Meg Lee Chin. Hate Dept. Public Image
It seems cheap to quote press releases, but sometimes they possess infinite wisdom. In the one accompanying New Wet Kojak’s latest, This Is the
Lots of attention has been given to Kristin Hersh the person-leader of Throwing Muses, young mother, hallucinating bipolar teenage songwriter, alt-rock role model—but not
Oh, I had a pan ready for this one. I asked for it because I kind of liked DJ You DJ Me’s track on
Yeah, another one of those bands. Do we really need more of this stuff, this revival of raunchy guitar riffs, fuzzed-out solos, and blatant worship
When Tchaikovsky decided to end the “1812 Overture” with a crescendo of cannons, who knew it would influence followers until today? After all, as good as
For a band that works hard and gets better over time, the hope is that each new release might be the one to propel them
Saturday, March 8 2003
To its credit, Tears of the Sun's action here is somber rather than thrilling; you can root for the SEALs, but the toll on them is visible.
For Esther (Glenn Close), Paul's coma makes him safe to love: he'll never leave her, never get in trouble worse than what he's in now.
It's like an episode of Bewitched, only longer, and with a feisty black woman instead of a white witch.
Wednesday, March 5 2003
Hersh fans will have plenty of new material to salivate over. Only time will tell whether Throwing Muses is indeed the final swan song.
One of the hallmarks of the Ramones’ long and storied career was their unquestioned consistency. The leather jackets and jeans, the mop-top ‘dos, and of
Post 9/11 pronouncements on the death of irony may have been grossly exaggerated. In spite of a scare (because of a scare?), those urbane and always
Not the recycled refrain of Oasis. Not the edgy ambition of Radiohead. Not the moody shoe-gaze of Blur. Not the epic glam of Spacehog. Somewhere,
The Handbag Memoirs, a six-song EP-sized slice of indiepop fun, comes from a somewhat unlikely source, a Detroit area band named Pas/Cal. While most
If you are the kind of person who can’t see the forest through the trees, you are not going to enjoy the Microphones’ latest
When Paul Simon penned the classic opening line “the Mississippi Delta is shining like a National guitar”, he captured the essence of his personal journey
Idlewild don’t just want to be a good little indie band. They want to be huge, and their latest CD, The Remote Part, is an unabashed attempt at serious mass popularity.
Tim Easton is the sort of singer-songwriter who, if he is fortunate enough, has a long and hard road ahead of him. Like most alt-country
He wasn’t, if you believe the press release, really going to release this record at all. The story goes that teenaged Devendra Banhart was