Gravedigger
Wake, hoping dreams do not come true, but I know better. Sit up, wipe sweat from my lips, taste the salty burn of my dream
Wake, hoping dreams do not come true, but I know better. Sit up, wipe sweat from my lips, taste the salty burn of my dream
Somewhere between The Flaming Lips, a P.T. Anderson film, and a roadside evangelist with acid drenched Kool-Aid, lies The Polyphonic Spree. It
Ambulance LTD molds a bit of the Velvet Underground
With all the chaos in the world and the string of challenges the country faces, it can be hard to find the time to relish in our heritage and appreciate the good things in life. But this was not the case over Independence Day weekend, as a sold-out crowd of thousands of happy festival-goers gathered in beautiful Nelson, OH for a three day celebration of the legacy of the music of the Grateful Dead.
Loading straight ahead classic rock with hints of glam, improv and vibrant energy, Antigone Rising is here to stay. With a big gig at SXSW behind them, praises from Rolling Stone and an opening spot for Aerosmith, these five woman continue to second guess their stubborn doubters.
Thankfully, without Moby and too many buttons, LP kicks out all the rock and roll that No Doubt wishes they did. Then again, LP would likely agree that it wouldn
A wide-open, sun-baked land flows from my speakers. It
Now I certainly didn
Straying from the choppy chords, choppy hair and choppy vintage Ts of post-punk, Gerling have nice shoes and an affection for disco balls. Playing with late 70s punk swagger, and leaning towards 80s indulgence, Badblood!!! acts as a retro-predecessor of punk morphing into synth-pop.
The diversity in the selections epitomizes The World Before It Ever Was experience