Chris Karman, the cosmic wizard behind the deliciously spacey Historian, ponders if he just may be a dying breed. One of the standout songs on his recent release, Spiral Again, “Dying Breed” represents a curiously removed deep dive into personal… Continue Reading →
Bands go on tour. All music artists who make it big do. We all know the basic gist of it: groupies, going from town to town, a show every other night, travel…It seems straightforward, but it isn’t. Touring is not… Continue Reading →
Montreal singer/songwriter Mel Yelle seems to be finding great solace in her ’80s pop alter ego, Melotika. Unlike the acoustic confessionals crafted under M. Yelle, as Motika she serves up electronic indie disco sounds complete with unabashed performance art sets… Continue Reading →
Ryan Struck has come up with one of our recent favorite musical avatars of the many we come across each day (but still not better than REO Speeddealer): Scary Hours. We also must give him props for crafting a song… Continue Reading →
Grace Attalie comes at you sideways with a classic smoky jazz torch singer vibe free and clear of the modern sound trappings that often dilute this particular genre in the present. Wind chimes? Check. Gently galloping bass? Check. Timpani rolls?… 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 →
When people think of the word “groupie,” they tend to have a certain image pop up in their minds. For those of us who are older, they tend to think that the phenomenon of crazed fans who follow hair metal… Continue Reading →
Don’t get me wrong, I love some of the pompous snark The Financial Times tosses out there but their recent barbs at Black Midi were definitely flung in the wrong direction. Stick with shaming the rich and shameless, shall we,… Continue Reading →
Last month, a close friend who keeps an ear much closer to the pop ground asked me to listen to Billie Eilish’s new album. During a train ride, I perused the rotting garden that is the pop scene, and found… Continue Reading →
Growing up, I had no knowledge whatsoever of a ‘french punk scene’. The word punk brought up some vague Sex Pistols image at most, and it ended there for years to come. Then my mother put on a Metal Urbain… Continue Reading →
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