For many purists, the only true singer for Black Sabbath is reality TV star Ozzy Osbourne.
For a debut, this doesn’t sound like a new band, does it? Well, that’s because they aren’t exactly new.
When you’ve spent the better part of a decade pushing the envelope, once it’s fallen off the table, is anything shocking?
Wild Light are a band that you probably haven’t heard before — and might never hear again — but they have made an album that is impossible to ignore with Adult Nights.
You know those couples who sit on the same side of the booth, who talk babytalk in public, who call each other “Ma” and “Pa,” who are a little too much in love?
I liked Lady Sovereign. Her debut had a lot of the fun and sarcasm that has been a requirement of British imports of late.
For the third time, Jim Matheos and Kevin Moore have combined progressive metal and ambient electronica, producing an intriguing genre-bending album.
Why’s it difficult to blend Afrobeat rhythms with guitar-heavy rock?
Smog mastermind Bill Callahan traffics in the same casual baritone speak-singing of latter-day Lou Reed, but adds just enough of Lyle Lovett’s amiable wryness to keep the delivery light on it
Despite their name, Chico Fellini’s scope never feels cinematic; rather, their self-titled debut is insular and airless in a way that still manages to conjure plenty of drama in its own right