Wednesday, August 7 2002
Hang on, hang on tight. The new release from eclectic alternative geek-rockers They Might Be Giants is an interactive multimedia experience geared toward children of
“Knowing that our music is nothing if not idiosyncratic, and doesn’t really cater to popular ‘taste,’ we . . . envisioned advertising slogans along the lines of, ‘
The Prodigy deserves a lot of credit for lending electronica a human face and rock star attitude. Unlike many other electronic acts (for e.g.,
Jelly Roll Morton’s reputation as jazz music’s first real composer and arranger rests on a small number of sides he recorded in Chicago
Just in case his quiet demeanor and general “nice guy-ness” don’t get the message across about guitarist Bill Frisell, how about this: On his
Dan Veach, review by Gideon Kennedy -- Otherwise, unlike many literary magazines in which readers are more likely to flip through stopping at titles of interest, Atlanta Review print edition can be read comfortably from cover to cover. Because whatever land it happens to be selling, it knows the value of its real estate.
S E T L I S T OuttathawayAutumn ShadeHighly EvolvedCountry YardGet FreeMs. JacksonIn the JungleMary JaneSunshinin1969 They’re the next “big thing”, they’
As a late-arriving passenger on the their bandwagon, I was disappointed to learn that At the Drive In had broken up before I had the
The Kills It was estrogen overload at the Silverlake Lounge on Thursday evening. The bill featured three bands fronted by women and the first opener,
None of Us Are Free But Some of Us Are Brave Most of my generation (“X”) peers—especially indie rock & dance music critics—and
The room is almost vacant. A cluster of figures, some partnered, most lone, stand darkly before the soft glow, projected from a pensile rig, lighting
American Analog Set Her Space Holiday For me, Texas band American Analog Set put out one of the most affecting records of last year with
What Lamb manages brilliantly is to show us what happened to Vietnam after the American War (as it is referred to by the Vietnamese).
In reflecting on a prospective trip to New York, Twigger admits that Americans didn't seem 'to give a toss' about what he had to say. This book is not likely to change our attitude towards him that much.
Tuesday, August 6 2002
This is a better album than I had expected and will please anyone who laments the loss of fatback drums, funky organ fills, and muscular vocals.
Our Lady Peace are like cockroaches. Not even nuclear holocaust could stop them. They hit the scene in the mid-‘90s, one of the most
I’m going to be brave and shoot my credibility as a reviewer in the foot by saying I simply don’t like Bob Dylan.
For fans of jangly guitars, great harmonies and old-fashioned song craft, this CD is like manna from power pop heaven. Richard X. Heyman’s Basic
All it takes is a good mixtape to put you in the right mood. Having The Magnificent by DJ Jazzy Jeff sitting on my desk
To hell with Roosevelt. To hell with Babe Ruth. To hell with Roy Acuff.” Perhaps the mark of a real musician is to have enemy