Saturday, December 31 1994
Philadelphia band, Matt Pond PA creates delicate, soft-spoken music that possibly can only be described as “beautiful.” The name is pretty self-explanatory: band lead by
There are certain things that make spaces feel homier: your favorite blanket slung over the couch, childhood photos propped in frames, a calendar scrawled with
It sounded like a good idea to Mary and Courtney and Erin and Stacy: let’s start a band! After all, we all listen to
Listening to the Microphones latest release, It Was Hot, We Stayed in the Water, is much like the sensation of looking at visual works by
Athens, Georgia boy pop combo the Masters of the Hemisphere are youngsters for sure, but its members are veterans of more than 30 bands and have
Until now, I’ve never been entirely sure whether or not I liked Medeski, Martin and Wood. Perhaps I’ve heard them dismissed one time
When the smoke clears after rock ‘n’ roll dies for the final time, a select few artists will forever stand high above the hordes of
Naming everyone from Tommy James to Nirvana as an influence, Boston’s Make Lisa Rich hype themselves as the torch-bearers of power-pop. The songs on
The Makers have already had their ripple in the independent press. The band has had perhaps the biggest controversy that one could have at this
Only the first name appears on the front cover. That Elvis-inspired conceit reflects the beautifully homely singularity of McEntire’s Christian name, of course, but
Alternately gorgeous and over-the-top, the album is unlikely to win Mitchell new fans among young listeners.
Me and Dr. Frank, we have a history. Back in 1994-1995 (or thereabouts), the Mr. T Experience (or, if you prefer, MTX) owned my heart.
Welcome to the Western Lodge, the fourth release by the off-kilter rock band Masters of Reality, is one of those albums that reminds record reviewers
Mogwai Come on Die Young(Matador) by Sarah ZupkoPopMatters Editor & Publisher mogwai-33.jpg More often than not, instrumental rock is not terribly interesting—
You can’t depend on justice, you can’t depend on your woman, and you can’t depend on that beat piece of shit you
Brace yourself for a peppy punk rock record destined to satisfy the taste buds of high school aged rock fans across America. Mest’s lyrics
I’m ready to follow the pianist Jason Moran into the promised land. Facing Left, Moran’s intellectually challenging and musically adventurous sophomore album is
At risk of setting off an East Coast/West Coast uproar of a degree not witnesses since the Tupac shooting, I have to say the
If Midnite Vultures is Beck’s stab at Prince, then Save Yourself is the Make Up doing a rewrite of the early Rolling Stones songbook that’s positively orgasmic.
As if the Elephant Six family of artists wasn’t quirky enough, here comes the quirkiest of them all. For those who don’t know,