Jeff Buckley’s ‘Sketches for My Sweetheart the Drunk’ at 25
Anyone who wants to hear the truest Jeff Buckley—the artist he was on the way to becoming when he died young—should make sure to find ‘My Sweetheart the Drunk’.
Anyone who wants to hear the truest Jeff Buckley—the artist he was on the way to becoming when he died young—should make sure to find ‘My Sweetheart the Drunk’.
With Did You Know That There’s a Tunnel Under Ocean Blvd, Lana Del Rey implores us not to forget her and has ensured that we can’t possibly.
Rutgers University Press’ engaging, accomplished interpretation of ‘The Souls of Black Folk’ confirms it as W.E.B. DuBois’ most prescient and indelible work.
Whatever introduced with authority and assurance the Aimee Mann who, by the end of the 1990s, had taken complete control of the rest of her career.
On Smile, Robocop Kraus still sound like their mandate is to take the cheap disposable postpunk of the early 1980s and make better versions of it.
On Everything Harmony the Lemon Twigs echo and even improve on their 1970s influences with such skill and spirit that they demand we take them seriously.
Rick Rubin’s The Creative Act is, as his rap often was, minimalist and maximalist – musically austere but lyrically extravagant and self-aggrandizing.
The Black Watch’s Future Strangers is a collection of Britpop-influenced love-and-loss songs that abound in buoyant musical assurance and well-honed craft.
Spilt Milk is one of the great accomplishments of pop history: a colossus that bestrides pop music and crushed Jellyfish, the band that made it.
Eyelids channel Big Star, 1980s art-jangle like Let’s Active, vintage R.E.M., 1990s-toned indie guitar pop, and even a little grunge on A Colossal Waste of Light.
It’s tempting to think the “Stranger” video’s two clowns are happier versions of Anton Barbeau, from whom he is currently estranged.
If you like mid-period Beatles and Byrds, Wilco at their lightest, the Stones at their brightest, and Big Star, you’ll like Daily Worker’s Autofiction.