
Marshall Crenshaw – #392: The EP Collection (ALBUM REVIEW)
[rating=7.00] With #392: The EP Collection, Marshall Crenshaw proves he’s as pragmatic as he is self-effacing. The man who brought us an album entitled I’ve Suffered for My Art, Now
[rating=7.00] With #392: The EP Collection, Marshall Crenshaw proves he’s as pragmatic as he is self-effacing. The man who brought us an album entitled I’ve Suffered for My Art, Now
[rating=7.00] A partnership with Lawyer Dave that began back in 2007, Holly Golightly and the Brokeoffs is the project that suits the multi-talented Holly Golightly best. Their newest record Coulda
[rating=8.00] On his last release, 2013’s The Beast in Its Tracks, Josh Ritter was reeling from a recent divorce and all the conflicting emotions that went with it. But on
[rating=6.00] Once a celebrated genre, the prog-rock post-hardcore sector of music has been lacking as of late. Popular in the mid-2000’s, you generally listen back on the music with a
[rating=7.00] A class mix of T-Rex’s Marc Bolan and indie-pop darlings Haim, glam artist Børns’ initial success with single “Electric Love” almost felt too easy. The extravagant video paired with
[rating=8.00] Ten years and seven albums into their band life, Atlanta’s Deerhunter-Bradford Cox, Lockett Pundt, Moses Archuleta, and Josh McKay- are back with Fading Frontier, a new collection of tunes
[rating=7.00] Alex Bleeker already has an exceedingly cool day job as bassist for Real Estate, one of the more esteemed indie bands of the present era. But when he opted
[rating=3.00] Alan Palomo, the man behind Neon Indian, struck chillwave gold with his first two albums, Psychic Chasms and Era Extrana. Unfortunately, these classics are now juxtaposed to the erratic,
[rating=8.00] Matt Nathanson has always been a superb storyteller. Over the course of his career – and the past several years in particular – his songs have been tagged for
[rating=8.00] Sunbather, the 2013 album by the then Bay Area (now Los Angeles) “metalgaze” outfit Deafheaven, was, and arguably still is, dangerously close to merchandising itself into self-parody. The record’s