Monday, January 28 2002
The American Bossa craze started in 1962, prior to the arrival of the Beatles in the US and the eternal transformation of pop music that resulted.
The 1980s have been compared to the Eisenhower years, with the ‘90s roughly equating to the incredible period of wealth building that followed the end
Yeah I’m black and I wear braids sometimes. I’m more neo-soul than Blu Cantrell or Faith Evans or Usher! Those motherfuckers sing R
I don’t want to get into a whole discussion about the brilliance of Olivia Tremor Control here, for two reasons: first, because you’re
The real question is why should this gifted singer care enough about envious haters to sing a song about them, and then make that song
It may not quite grab the headlines in the way it once did in the Gamble-Huff heydays, but there is no denying that Philadelphia is
Cracker front man David Lowery says that Cracker seeks to be egalitarian in their approach to creating fresh, independent rock music, and that approach extends
Most discriminating music fans (read: music snobs) can pinpoint almost instantly what it is about those artists they don’t like (read: that which sucks,
Thursday, January 24 2002
It's not so often that you see an anime as deliberately unsexy as Rintaro's 'Metropolis'.
As John (Richard Gere) begins to question his own journalistic rigor and even his sanity, a number of inconsistencies in the stories of the mothman crop up.
It's exceedingly good to see Luis Guzmán looking so vibrantly out of place in Kevin Reynolds' 'The Count of Monte Cristo'.
Monday, January 21 2002
“I don’t play no rock ‘n’ roll” —Mississippi Fred McDowell It was Son House who recorded the scandalous “Preachin’ Blues” in the ‘40s and
This album is best explained by first returning to the general idea itself. This Dutch label has created a series of short length discs that
Matthew Shipp’s latest contribution to his label’s Blue Series, which he curates with a golden touch, is a merging of electronics and jazz
Even with the volume turned up, Sianspheric is quiet. Wrapped in hushed emotions, The Sound of the Color of the Sun whispers and murmurs lightly
Murmuring unintelligible secrets, Seaworthy’s The Ride just shimmers along without a true destination. Always subtle, always intangible, these thinly arranged songs dance around as
In past PopMatters reviews of the Mezzanines, Starlight Mints, and Je Suis France, I couldn’t help but point out how these contemporary guitar-based indie
The title of the new Nine Inch Nails disc, And All That Could Have Been, is perhaps a case of Trent Reznor taking a slight
There really is no one else who sounds like Mates of State. Of course, every band has some quality that makes them unique, but Mates