The band could have just done properly recorded versions of these songs and fans would have just ate them up but they fleshed out and perfected these sought after tracks.
The weren’t the Ramones but I didn’t hear any complaints.
So, maybe they took the album title from Best Coast but Koko Beware is the new title holder of best beach band.
A short and satisfying journey.
Jen Schande opens a nineties time capsule and reminds us what we’ve been missing.
In less deft hands, all the style-hopping would just seem that the artist was trying to show off but in the hands of Saraiya, it all makes a weird kind of sense.
Energy in the building was kind of uneven in the early going, akin to the slow build the the band walked out to but the slow start was more than negated by the rails coming off in the end, in the best way possible.
Powell & The Exports have served up a fine brand of soulful, catchy rock that grows on you more with every listen.
Second album from Tortoise member and experimental guitarist balance bombast and drone.
I can honestly say that I have never seen anything quite like this and may never again. But I’m sure as hell going to try.
A lot of energy come out of the duo on the fourth entry in their 7” series.
As I think most fans of Dinosaur Jr would, I went into my first listen with great trepidation.
Since the death of Elliott Smith, there is been a gaping hole in my musical heart for a singer/songwriter of gorgeous emo rock. Here, Rocky Votolato submits his application.
Traditional pop song structures filtered through the artistic mind of Ranaldo make for great results.
This record beats you like a blunt instrument and finishes you off.
I won’t even attempt to follow that with some sad, blurry cell phone pics taken from the balcony. I will, however, regale you with some words.
Shifting back away from the heavier rock of their latest LP, this release delivers some mostly excellent results.
Al Jourgensen’s country alter ego has delivered his best non-Ministry effort in ages.
The second coming of Naked Raygun? I don’t know but these guys are good.
It’s accessible and relatable because who hasn’t had a few years of living dangerously.
Happy Black Friday. If you go anywhere to shop today, head to your local indie record store and give thought to this, the second Sharon Jones & The Dap-Kings review of the week.
An album against cheap fuel and capitalism, it actually is indisposable.
Mostly gone is the flamboyance that is sure to piss off more than a few diehards. The raw, dangerous, funk element is missing. But with The Great Escape Artist, Jane’s Addiction proved that they can age gracefully and still be relevant.
Bonnie “Prince” Billy’s ninth album is full of unsettling beauty and unabashed emotion. It is not for the faint of heart.
Chicago trio Ornery Little Darlings’ full-length debut is definitely an interesting listen. Nearly every song evokes a different influence. The album is so diverse that it borders on identity crisis.
As an EP, this 12” would have been better off as a 7” split of the NASA tracks.
Bauer may have cemented himself among the top indie folk acts with this album.
The Gospel of Efrim Menuck (Godspeed You! Black Emperor) is a series of hymns worth preaching.
Some post-rock bands choose to concentrate on bright sounds of hope while others try to capture what doom feels like. This Will Destroy You falls into both categories.
With each track, we are allowed a glimpse into a world of heartbreak and honesty, confessions from a journal set to music and shared with whoever dares to hear them. Each song is stripped down to the barest essentials: a woman, her guitar, and her soul.
For those who haven’t witnessed the sheer blitzkrieg of noise that emanates from just these two men, you can’t be prepared for it. The crowd was struck and bludgeoned by the mighty Lightning Bolt.
A 7” that revels and succeeds in its minimalism and honesty.
Hunx And His Punx have captured what I imagined a trip to the corner malt shop in the 1950’s to be like. This is an excellent and fuzzy update of classic 50’s American pop.
The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart’s sophomore album would be a perfect soundtrack to a John Hughes teen flick remake.
One hell of a performance filled with amazing songs and movie quotes. The David Koresh jokes were practically redundant since most of the crowd, myself included of course, was already drinking the Kool-Aid.
Labirinto weaves a tapestry of strings, clean and distorted guitars, a few drums, and an occasional banjo. Band leader and songwriter Erick Cruxen blends the most pure musical parts of Godspeed You! Black Emperor, the plotting picking of Explosions In The Sky, and a few assaulting moments worthy of Russian Circles. This being their first full-length release also leads one to believe that the band has the potential to rank among these highly regarded groups.
Half of Forgive Yr. Blood could very easily fit on a soundtrack to a modern western, while other songs come across as soulful deconstructions of tunes from John Hughes teen flicks. There’s some folk, some indie pop, and what could have been a backing track from the Beastie Boys‘ Check Your Head. Even with all of these flavors, there is no hint of pretentiousness.
On December 14th, Epic Records will be releasing Michael, a collection of 10 songs that had to have been unfinished at the time of the King Of Pop’s death. This is a clear case of “can we” versus “should we”.
At BOTB, the openers have largely become unbearable, thereby propping Danzig up further into metal god status because his set is so much better. The issue is that Danzig doesn’t need any propping up. The rumors of his voice deteriorating are mostly unfounded. And at 55, that he can do live what he does vocally is impressive. Live, the songs are better because studio effects are getting in the way of Evil Elvis’s roar.
With all of the Shes & Hims out there with their male troubadour leading the non-musician ingenue by the hand, Isobel Campbell & Mark Lanegan are a refreshing change of pace. Their performance is disarming and captivating.
Bad Religion reinforces their legendary status while the Circle Jerks give their critics more fodder.
I hope fans and newcomers alike can exercise some patience when hearing this. I think the average fan of No Age will be satisfied by the first half of the album but those who want something more will be pleasantly surprised by the second and plenty of Everything In Between.
Tour-only vinyl single rocks out with covers of the Television Personalities and “The Boss”.
Pavement‘s money grab should be commended, not condemned. I consider myself lucky that they cared enough to cash in.
Gone are the ominous atmospheres on the third full-length from the team of former member of Belle And Sebastian, Isobel Campbell, and the Screaming (and uprooted) Tree, Mark Lanegan. What is left is a more sparsely textured album that is honest and occasionally beautiful.