While Leo’s fifth album with the Pharmacists is far from a concept album, the ideas conjured by the title are all over it. Sure, “Army Bound,” “Bomb.Repeat.Bomb.” and “C.I.A.” continue the band’s tradition of political tongue-lashings and revolutionary rabble-rousing, but the overwhelming feeling of the record is that of a deep breath, accompanied by a couple sips of a drink on some faraway Spanish beach.
To simply dismiss Deerhoof as weird would be a bit unfair. Sure, they’re not pumping All-American rock ‘n’ roll like The Hold Steady or Kings of Leon, but on the weirdometer, they’re still topping out before the Van Vleit Zone.
As a drummer, composer and bandleader for the past 27 years, Bobby Previte has been a perpetual music machine. With Coalition of the Willing, Previte is joined by Marco Benevento, Charlie Hunter, Skerik and Stanton Moore proving there are always inventive ways to serach for “it.”
With a new drummer on the bus, the Disco Biscuits are finally fueling up for their second leg, but not before taking one last look through the scrapbook on The Wind at Four to Fly. Recorded during what were then to be former drummer Sam Altman
Dates and times may be arbitrary human attempts to impose order amid the chaos, but the precision with which musical fads shift every time the ball drops can
30 Seconds to Mars combines the heartbreak and anguish of contemporary teen icons like Dashboard Confessional with all the sincerity of hair band power ballads, translating sunset strip fantasies to the 21st Century via self-doubt and impotence, and ending up blasting cock rock without the hard-on.
As the fancy-pants voice of power pop kings the New Pornographers, Dan Bejar
Lake Trout has grown to become a mature, focused band of rock careerists. The classic rock seeds of their youth and the jazz and hip-hop flavors of young adulthood merged with electronic inspirations, providing the the ability to weave those digital threads into ghostly indie rock.
For a guy who (according to legend) was raised by chickens and now tops off his blank-faced mannequin mask and long, black Jerry Curl wig with an empty KFC bucket, Buckethead makes some fairly normal music, but that seems to be the point.
Immolation/Immersion is the type of noisy, grating, experimental jazz that sends obsessive freaks into a tailspin of self-doubt and discovery.
