In 1960, blues enthusiast Chris Strachwitz and folklorist Mack McCormick went searching the Brazos River bottomlands in East Texas for players similar to Houston’s Lightning Hopkins.
“If we build the grand framing concept, great songs will naturally come to it.” That might be how singer Patrick Stickles imagines his own “Field of Dreams.” Last year
Expectations can erect hurdles only overcome by a willingness to engage in repeat listens.
“Rapture” was the first Laura Veirs song I ever heard.
It’s unlikely you’ll hear another record like Introducing anytime soon.
On their debut, Brooklyn’s Golden Triangle create an endearing racket so simplistic, it’s a wonder it took six band members to create it.
This album is going to be hard to beat, and it’s only March.
Edgehill Avenue sounds like a great band. They’re rooted in the classic rock and soulful blues that sappy music critics (myself included) go crazy over.
Mostly comprised of duets with guests, including Angelique Kidjo and Esperanza Spalding, plus three songs with his trio, Mwaliko could have been a disaster.
I’m short on fresh things to say about Libby Johnson and her third solo album, Perfect View. I can’t think of anything that hasn’t been said before.