With a name like Dead Confederate, you might expect to hear a southern rock-influenced band. This album is that and more.
J. Roddy Walston & The Business mean business — searing, first-rate, old fashioned rock ’n’ roll business — but business nonetheless.
This is what I’d call nighttime drive music: songs for chilly autumn roads winding through the lonely wastelands of Kentucky. Not surprisingly, these are the very places that spawned Mr.
It must be the weather, something in the water or the two-pronged electrical plugs that makes Sweden the current capital of melancholic, poppy female singer-songwriters.
Golden Smog is a slightly irreverent rock collective that never quite measures up to the bands from which the participants are on loan (Wilco, Jayhawks, Big Star, Soul Asylum, etc.).
A quick recap: Chinese Democracy leaked (and sucked) while Axl bartered a deal with Dr. Pepper.
There’s a haunting quality to the late Nimrod Workman’s voice.
Skeletal Lamping expands on Of Montreal’s more recent electro-heavy sound, similar to last year’s monumental release, Hissing Fauna, Are You The Destroyer?
Vic Chesnutt and Elf Power? What is this? Some experiment putting “old” in a room with “new”?
This review has been a real bitch for me to write for one reason: How do you discuss two discs of unabashed retro-shoegaze without comparing the band to