Thursday, March 5 2015
The Old Crow Medicine Show member stretches his solo songwriting muscle on his self-titled release.
The deep, rich sound of Pops’ guitar captures the immense spirit of a human being that cannot be seen in the physical manifestation of a man.
Kid Ink is a major label rapper, and Full Speed is his collection of major label rap song facsimiles.
Martin Callingham plays it safe with a series of watery folk numbers that might soothe but are too slack and too nebulous to exert any real power.
Wednesday, March 4 2015
Aureate Gloom is a soliloquy to anyone willing to listen, an intense affirmation of the confusion that comes with change, and of the uncertainty that comes with difficult choices.
Aureate Gloom is momentarily great, but it becomes infuriating in a instant.
What is essentially a live-version of Sunbathing Animal takes the hardest working group of lazy-bones in music to places new and exciting... just before it heads back to places familiar and boring.
The chromatic wash of a futuristic energy glistens over the Brit's latest offering, but stirring beneath are the time-honored signatures of classic pop music.
Waverunner provides a definitive answer to the question "what would it sound like if a veteran Japanese pop producer made an EDM album?"
Christian Lee Hutson stretches his songwriting muscle on Yeah Okay, I Know, but gets bogged down by a dreary overall delivery.
Tuesday, March 3 2015
Purity Ring reinforce their pop charms by tightening their formula on their sophomore album, moving one step closer to pop perfection.
Shadow of the Sun’s fondness for repetition doesn’t come at the sacrifice of the element of surprise.
Amy Speace’s latest album is one that has the potential to take her over the top.
A hard-edged evocation of the free blues spirit of Charlie Parker by a modern saxophonist with the spirit to get Bird right.
Bollywood takes an acid trip in The Rough Guide to Psychedelic India.
Monday, March 2 2015
With her latest, Kelly Clarkson proves that what doesn't kill her (and that voice) only makes her (and that voice) stronger.
The former Soft Cell frontman's latest rejects pop convention for an album-length singer/songwriter collaboration
If Flatlands was a movie, it would have better been entitled Badlands given its barren settings and austere atmosphere.
Although Comb the Feelings Through Your Hair has a fairly distinct color scheme, it deviates enough to resist the pastel end of the indie rock rainbow.
For all the lip-service they pay cooperation, Doomtree's members fight against nobody so much as each other on this dilute offering.