Friday, March 28 2014
The DFA producer is weighed down by his guests on his second album.
The astonishing pianist brings out two different trios, some strings, percussion, and native Panamanian chant to celebrate the anniversary of his homeland.
There's a lot of beauty on the second album by this Brooklyn band, but the songs suffer from a museum-like coldness.
If you care a thing for rock ‘n’ roll, country, or American music in general, No Depression is simply essential.
Generally speaking, gamers aren't big fans of escort missions. Yet, Yoshi's New Island and the rest of the Yoshi's Island series doesn't seem concerned with that, as the entire game is an escort mission.
Thursday, March 27 2014
Russell Crowe’s embodiment of Noah’s tempestuous righteousness nearly carries Darren Aronofsky’s muddled Biblical parable of man-made catastrophe.
Shpongle stands out from the crowded EDM scene by remembering the organic rock roots of psychedelic music.
Writer Katherine Bouton was 30 years old when hearing in her left ear lessened. She did what most people would: she ignored it.
David Gordon Green favors the elliptical over the literal and is more concerned with establishing atmosphere. Words spoken are less important than words omitted.
Easily one of the best albums of the year thus far, few debut records brush up against perfection as effortlessly as Mr Little Jeans’ Pocketknife.
"Hey Howler, what are you rebelling against?" "What a-ya got?"
Yet another fuzzy "Girls" group shows on their debut album that they can hold their own.
Drew Beskin turns heartbreak into an album of hugely enjoyable songs.
The group has been gelling again over the past two years and the results are evident here with a mix of fresh new tunes and a handful of sharp covers.
Wednesday, March 26 2014
Sex Scene offers a new angle for examining the "longest revolution", and demonstrates the profound ability of the media to influence how we think, and what we think about.
As much as this celebrates the music of the Hypnotic Brass Band, with long sequences devoted to their energetic performances, it also makes clear the hard work that goes into it.
Throne of Blood plays with Noh's frightening incongruity, its delicacy of movement expressing mortifyingly indelicate actions, as when Washizu and Asaji deflate like punctured blow-up dolls as they resolve themselves to treason.
Line of Defense’s lack of ambition harms it in the end. It’s the gift card you give a distant cousin on their birthday. It’s the free coffee you get with an oil change, appreciated for what it is but quickly forgotten.
Reece Shearsmith and Steve Pemberton turn down the grotesque but amp up the insidious mixture of morbid comedy and genuine creepiness for this series of stand-alone tales.
The singer/bassist for British indie-rock anthemists Doves catches the sun on his first solo album, a warm, eye-opening affair.