Here’s a third round of reviews posted here and nowhere else! In case you missed my last two posts, we had a nice backlog of several dozen reviews that there was not room for in the current issue 63, or we received the albums right as we were going to press. / Farewell, Lux Interior, a moving recollection by Marcel Feldmar!
Here’s a second round of reviews posted here and nowhere else! In case you missed my post from a week ago, we had a nice backlog of several dozen reviews that there was not room for in the current issue 63, or we received the albums right as we were going to press. So again, I thought, let’s put them here for you for now so that you can still read them—and to give those of you who have not seen one of our issues before a taste of what we have been doing in our pages these last 29 years (wow, that’s a long time, isn’t it?). As promised last week, I will try to post them all, a dozen at a time, in this space. So keep checking back every few days and you will find more!
We have a nice backlog of several dozen reviews that there was not room for in the current issue 63, or we received the albums right as we were going to press. So let’s put them here for you for now so that you can still read them—and to give those of you who have not seen one of our issues before a taste of what we have been doing in our pages these last 29 years (wow, that’s a long time, isn’t it?). I will try to post them all, a dozen at a time, in this space. So keep checking back every few days and you will find more!

Of course the beauty of music is in the listener’s reaction to how it sounds. Why is this stated like a revelation? Is this also part of the super-saturation of image marketing, identity-politics, fashionable rebellion, and Marxist signifiers?
First, though I haven’t posted here in two weeks, that doesn’t mean I haven’t been heard from on the net. No! Perish the thought! Actually, a reasonably lengthy interview with me has been posted in the interim at Rocksellout.com / ...”Tonight, Townshend limited himself to three songs, but gave fans a treat by dusting off Quadrophenia’s ‘Drowned.’”

After the recent release of Happy Holidays: A Very Special Christmas Album, I have come to realize that the Billy Idol I once knew and loved is dead.
I’m not foursquare against combining lists and music by any means. Making lists is an easy point of reference and arguing music’s relative merits is fun.
Wilson’s book on Celine could potentially cut that endless circle of generation after generation chasing the power of the generation before them. But only if he realizes that he can dislike Celine and not be racist/sexist/classist/rockist at the same time.

With the re-release/remastering of Boston this month, it’s time to examine the soft bigotry of low expectations in music, and how the conflict between critical mass and populist embrace has never been more pointless.