
Fern Knight is entrancing Renaissance fare with a psych-rock twist.
The Terrordactyls make the most dino-tastic music since T.Rex.

For the past week, I’ve been listening to this record almost obsessively, so I feel compelled to give it the full review treatment.

It took 36 years for this to be officially released; it’s worth the wait.

The cracked majesty of her singing, sounding so raw and vulnerable yet actually imbued with subtle craft, recalls BILLIE HOLIDAY in her final years. An acquired taste for some, but for many there’s an immediate attraction.

Bachmann is to indie rock/folk what Madonna is to pop. He skillfully reinvents himself every few years. Created while he was living in the back of his van during a Northwestern summer, this album is an audio journal (of sorts) by a modern musical transcendentalist.

Pensive and poignant, the rich flavor of soundtrack will entice continuous play, the good version of listening to a broken record.