Same tricks, new riffs. That’s satisfaction as far as I’m concerned when it comes to metal in general.
Kimbrough, in his new album, the title of which fittingly reminds me of the nauseating post-Beatles McCartney, has managed an Olympic feat.
Burning Star Core main man C.
If Bonnie “Prince” Billy met up with, say, Andrew Lloyd Weber or Diane Warren, then the universe might cease, in one of those “matter vs.
With their airy sound and fey demeanor, jj are often labeled as twee pop, but there’s nothing cutesy or precious about jj n° 3, their second nine-song, 27-minute platter in nine mon
You may have doubts about the merits of this album long before the bagpipes started the Mexican Hat Dance.
With all the talk of braying cattle, dungaree silk, Palominos and Pintos, you’d be surprised to discover that the hippie-folkie-cowboy singer-songwriter Bill Madison recorded his debut
Brainbheats is the alias of Louisville pianist/composer Brian Healey, for those of you who had him confused with the San Francisco Brainbeats, a different composer/percussionist.
There’s a naiveté about The Howards’ debut, Farm Fresh, that instantly makes me call shenanigans on the whole thing.
The Killers. Franz Ferdinand. Passively emotional vocals over electronics, and catchy, quick disco-punk. Sound like five years ago? Wrong.