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Daniel Falatko
No one’s gonna say anything very nice If you were forced, at knife point, to make a definitive prediction for 2020 that is 100% guaranteed to come true, then this right here would be it. And leave it to sleazy… Continue Reading →
“Pow R. Toc H.” by Pink Floyd, Released August 5th, 1967 Has there ever been a more unlikely pioneer of something than Syd Barrett and his early use of beatboxing? And by “early” we mean “1967”, nearly a full decade… Continue Reading →
There may only be a few statements that Sophie Kemp gets right in her pearl-clutching, stiflingly conservative and puritanical review of this new Cigarettes After Sex album, Cry, but it’s an important one: There is a universe where this raciness… Continue Reading →
Zac Wood is building up his own reality. When one isn’t satisfied with their world, then what else is there to do? For Wood, after being in numerous bands, he decided to tackle the challenge of being his own one-man… Continue Reading →
All of the many Grateful Dead keyboard player deaths are full-scale tragedies, but easily the saddest and most haunting would be that of the Dead’s final keys man, the Hawaiian-shirt-rocking former Tube Vince Welnick. For while most of the dead… Continue Reading →
At some point during the long break between 1996 and 2017, the sound of Oxford’s dream noise outfit Ride made a subtle but revelatory shift. Although the band had always fully embraced sugary pop hooks, in their striped-sweater glory daze… Continue Reading →
There are many thousands of freak-card-carrying Dead Tribesmen out there who never listen to a show past 1972. You will not find them on the Dead & Co. circuit. They weren’t roasting in Chicago for the 50th anniversary. They weren’t… Continue Reading →
It’s a strange phenomenon indeed that an individual who enjoyed eleven fat years as an important member of one of the most successful and legendary bands of the past two centuries, years that saw their ascent from arenas to multi-night… Continue Reading →
We at Niche Appeal headquarters are just as chuffed as the next bloke that Sir Mick and Keef, in a heartening display of twilight years empathy, have finally allowed the “Bittersweet Symphony” rights to slip from their jaundiced grip and… Continue Reading →
Vampire Weekend has all the necessary components firmly in place to be a truly horrible band. Cloying name? Check. North Jerz rich kids rocking thrift store Hilfiger? Check. Hyper-literate “jam all the words you can into each verse” lyrics? Double… Continue Reading →
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