Month
February 2019
A booming round of applause is in order for Alphonse Pierre who has penned easily the most out-of-touch Pitchfork review of the day which, as someone who forced themselves to read them all, is really quite an accomplishment I can… Continue Reading →
For those of us who were SO OVER the releases from February 15th, there could be no remedy to our suffering other than the glorious arrival of Friday the 22nd: NEW RELEASE DAY! Like the delivery of a pristine stack… Continue Reading →
Say hello to the truly dynamite Cinelli Bothers, who trade in an against-the-current-grain oldschool blues that hits home in truly refreshing fashion. Marco, 33 wields his Eastwood axe like an swamp prowler while Alessandro, 29, handles the kit like a… Continue Reading →
This latest track from paisley-draped LA veteran voyagers Dream Syndicate may only be only 4-minutes-and-39 seconds long but it feels like a 9-minute epic. It searches and glides, dips and weaves, menaces and hovers over a twilight metropolis of alluring… Continue Reading →
The video for “Le Tigre” pops with hidden innuendos and dream like revelations. Staged like an elaborate off-Broadway avant garde production, the clip kicks off with Michael Ford quivering on the ground with a slice of blood on his neck. He… Continue Reading →
With lushly exquisite vocals that cannot be tied to the usual woman vocalist stock suspects all critics lean on in their descriptors and spectacular complex arrangements, Farao, the musical nom de plume of Kari Jahnsen, has arrived seemingly fully formed for… Continue Reading →
If you’re really looking for an entity that defines the divide between the cosmopolitan and the rural in this here United States Of America, then fuck Trump and name-drop Florida Georgia Line instead. Who dat’, you ask? Why, only one… Continue Reading →
My relationship with the Foxygen duo has been about as stable and happy as Rimbaud and Verlaine’s. There’s been times I’ve wanted to kill them. On the surface, they have absolutely everything I look for in a band: Early 70s… Continue Reading →
WeIl, well, well, what do we have here? Did Kevin Parker team up with The Growlers? We’ve got some lite trippy grooves clashing with snarling surf punk vibes for sure, but those vocal lines are far too melodious and in… Continue Reading →
An opening train whistle, not of the lonely blues variety but one of industrial strength, a strength long since passed. A woman’s voice garbling in Spanish, not unlike the one cooing all over Jane’s Addiction’s “Stop”. The sound of creaking… Continue Reading →
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