Country swagger comes unexpectedly from a band made up of ex-members of umpteen local punk bands from the ‘70s on (including The Blinders and The Endtables), but then again, curveballs
Live albums generally serve two main purposes: as documentation of a one-time-only, you-had-to-be-there concert that defines an artist’s career (think James Brown’s 1963 classic <
The Black Heart Procession remain as lugubrious as ever on Six, much of which is devoted to glacial piano dirges with singer Pall Jenkins intoning like Bowie-via-Nick Cave
Taking yet another step to de-emphasize the piano balladry that made her a star right out of the starting gate, Jones now assembles texture pieces where there’s not much to distinguish
You can stick this quotation on The Muckraker’s onesheet: The Concorde Fallacy is disarming, alluring, infectious.
Punk metal billy goats return with a new album full of sunshine and lollipops.
Featuring musicians from the bands Sun Ra, Herbie Hancock’s Headhunters and Ancient Future, Mariah Parker’s debut blends rhythmic syncopations of Latin jazz, hypnotic East Indian cadenc
Yim Yames (aka, um, Jim James) is intimate in his six-track EP homage Tribute To, recorded a few days after George Harrison passed away in 2001.
The XX are England’s latest indie-rock export, and they arrive with an impressive debut in tow.
If Nick Cave, Rage Against the Machine, Marvin Gaye and Bradley Nowell mixed their genes in a laboratory, Tokyo Sex Destruction might emerge.