Tuesday, February 24 2015
This is feel-good music, played by a seasoned and assured troubadour equally at home on a spotlit stage or a front porch.
Kevin Drumm traffics in static, both the noun and the adjective.
The Merri Soul Sessions may be Kelly's most daring effort yet.
Monday, February 23 2015
Cindy Moon's story is just beginning, but her potential is still growing.
Blackguards 2 makes it feel good to be bad, but being bad also comes with a lot of responsibility.
There are many surprises to be found in Caveman, not the least of which is that it is not a complete waste of time.
Never so pretty as Content or as clinical as their earliest efforts, this latest album from Gang of Four marks an ugly and interesting new era for the band.
The story of Jean-Michel Basquiat's longtime companion lets us see him as more than merely a brilliant artist.
How many modern electronic/downtempo acts take their primary inspiration from the Afrocentric American painter Romare Bearden? At least one.
London-based Doe resurrects '90s punk with a compilation of their First Four EPs.
The trumpeter, brother of guitarists Kevin and trombonist Robin, leads a sharp band of top players, and the result is a gem.
This year is barely eight weeks old, but Redemption of the Beast will likely be the worst rap album of the year.
Friday, February 20 2015
Although the "Great White Hope" overtones are troubling, McFarland, USA trumps the racism of its antagonists with sports team-building.
Julianne Moore's luminous performance as a woman with early onset Alzheimer's reveals how the disease makes it difficult to find oneself.
Hot Tub Time Machine 2 will be clever only to those who never outgrew hearing their first dirty joke at summer camp.
The zombies here aren't monsters, they're just another kind of terrorist.
In pure madcap fashion, Preston Sturges' wartime comedy depicts just how absurd the constraints on women are in a patriarchal society.
The latest project by metal titan Aaron Turner may be rough around the edges, but it's a thrilling enough ride to merit ignoring the bumps.
A sprawling, hits-heavy live album reminiscent of classic rock’s golden era, Phosphorescent’s Live at the Music Hall serves as a near-perfect introduction to this exceptional band.
Imagine rockabilly with punk overtones and you have this album, a foot-stomping, ass-shaking thing of beauty.