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Keep an eye on the horizon for this rising talent who is increasingly gaining momentum, she might just be “pretty much what you’re lookin’ for.”
Keep an eye on the horizon for this rising talent who is increasingly gaining momentum, she might just be “pretty much what you’re lookin’ for.”
Is there a more fitting show location for Indiana's Murder by Death ("MBD") than the Arizona Desert? MBD acclimates perfectly amongst the hot, dry, dusty landscape because their music sounds like an amalgamation of ghost towns, drunks, and the devil…when he went down to Georgia. Phoenix's young venue, Crescent Ballroom was bathed in red and black as MBD ripped through an hour and a half set filled with songs from all five (soon to be six) albums.
Cynics might see the Strangefolk reunion show at Waterfront Park August 11 as nothing more than an indulgence in nostalgia, something akin to the classic rock shows that tour the sheds each summer. But the rain-delayed event was more like the get-together of old friends in a genuine reconnection of their relationship, all parties just as interested in how they had changed as in how much they had stayed the same.
On Gossamer, Passion Pit is taking a step forward in craftsmanship, genre-bending experimentation and delivering once again a powerful and enjoyable album experience.
Their first recording in 18 years, Shoes' Ignition reaffirms both their status as unsung heroes of American power-pop even as it confirms how willfully they've embraced their self-styled insularity over the years. This vibrant studio project is the work of musicians capitalizing on their chemistry
Saint Saviour is the stage name of Becky Jones who first came into the spotlight as a vocalist on Groove Armada’s 2010 album Black Light. Her first full length solo release Union finds her mixing and mining soundscapes and various singer/songwriting frontiers over the course of 14 songs with various success.
Shut and Play the Hits serves as The Band’s Last Waltz for a certain postmodern generation, one that understands and can appreciate the assimilation of multiple influences. It is also as much a testament to the creative genius of LCD, as it is to the process of ending a creative enterprise on a high note – MSG sold out models included.
Based on the full-throttle energy theybring forth on Ownerless, they have certainly earned their place warming up their mentor's massive Fender amps this time around.
It was especially refreshing to bask in the 100-degree heat at Somerset, Kentucky's Master Musicians Festival, a truly unique two-day musical melting pot that brought together hippies, hipsters, and hillbillies in equal measure.
At roughly mid-set of Dawes’ July 31st appearance at Higher Ground, front-man Taylor Goldsmith flipped his center stage mic stand around to face the audience as a means of capturing them singing along to “When My Time Comes,” which the approximately 125 attendees did with remarkably practiced-sounding precision. It was a brash move on the part of the Los Angeles band’s /guitarist/vocalist/songwriter, especially since his invitation to help the group was offered only moments before and seemed to be only in passing. But it was testament to Dawes’ faith in their fans, not to mention their devotion and, above all, another gesture of quiet self-assurance on the part of a band earnestly devoted to their craft and their listeners.