
If Fiona Apple wasn
The Good Life showcases Corey Smith
Nothing seems to get the Mr. Slamka that worked up or that depressed, he simply floats along a Prozac river, like Self Help Serenade as a whole, like the space between waking and dreaming.
Baby runs short and swift, bringing back a simpler sound from a simpler era, yet the rollicking good times on “Everybody’s Going Wild” can’t be ignored. The Cobras want to swing their favorite songs around and around like long flapper pearls, while they keep the bar open past last call.
Johnny Cash famously took out an ad in Billboard magazine featuring a picture of himself flipping off the camera, sarcastically thanking Nashville and country radio for their support. It
Caressing his Moog synthesizer with his black-coated fingernails, Jody Delli Santi, also known by his moniker Supercreep, resembles a gangsta Ric Ocasek or a clothing-restrained Liam Howlett. The
Broken Social Scene is like a Jackson Pollock painting. At first, you can only ask yourself, “what the fuck is this?” before you step back and it begins to make a little sense. There are layers and layers to examine and you don
On Pixel Revolt, Vanderslice graciously straddles the bridge between songwriter and story-teller (there is a bridge, trust me), taking a J.D. Salinger meets Conor Oberst approach and layering his lyrics with dusky cellos, lightly strummed guitars, and floating beats.
John Ellis, well-known as the saxophonist for the Charlie Hunter band, finally issued his first solo album this past spring.