If a wise sage had predicted in 2001 that the louche, leathered-up and super-hyped lead singer of The Strokes would one day, around the golden age of 40, be dropping pounding, ominous darkwave bangers with Indian-inspired shrieking choruses, the elder… Continue Reading →
Holy hell, what in sweet, sweet Satan’s name is this? Who gave Michael Nelson posting rights on the Stereogum site? Who gave Michael Nelson access to their Adderall prescription? How has Michael Nelson slipped through the cracks of the mental… Continue Reading →
Ever since his band Whiskeytown reared it’s twangy head in 1994, Ryan Adams, the short, mouthy, Edward-Scissorhands-haired “alt-country” wunderkind has been attracting a wide array of hate from all angles. Like Liam Gallagher with pedal steel, Mr. Adams has slung… Continue Reading →
Is it the appropriation and re-appropriation of black and white culture, back and forth, until we’re given something uniquely colorblind?
All too often, you’re checking out some list of upcoming albums and see a familiar name. Another band leader dropping a solo release. And the typical result? A couple of solid tracks that would’ve been improved by the band’s contributions… Continue Reading →
Ah, Saturdays at Pitchfork World Headquarters. After a long week made hella’ stressful by malfunctioning Nespresso machines, board meetings to determine editorial standing on the new Father John Misty single, and coming up with review intros such as, “Kodak… Continue Reading →
So I may not know what true hurt feels like, but the death of those three obnoxiously capped letters hits me hard.