As the opening minutes of Z pass by with nary a crashing cymbal or a ringing chord, impossible doubts seep in through the membrane of denial: Has My Morning Jacket become a keyboard band? Did the departed Johnny Quaid and Danny Cash rip the backbeating heart from My Morning Jacket
Peppering their simple, contagious melodies with electronic textures and perfect guitar hooks, Mobius Band is more humble and disaffected than the Strokes and more organic than the Postal Service.
Like many Garcia tributes that are sure to follow this year, Jerry Jams is a mixed bag of diamonds and duds, but the project
Widely touted as the best bassist currently walking this earth, Victor Wooten possesses the flexibility and eccentricities of a chameleon and the precision of a laser-guided bomb. Together, Wooten consistently amazes audiences with his virtuosity and vision.
The Breakfast have been painting aural gems on Midwest audiences for years, but their instrumental gifts aren
Merging the shuffling, lead-footed tales of the red-clay south with progressive songwriting and intricate, modern composition, Tony Furtado has joined peers like Kelly Joe Phelps as a new traditionalist genre bender of the finger-picked Delta blues style.
While the occasionally fuzzy guitars and heavy drumming on Earlimart
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Live at Myrtle Beach offers plenty of the same warm, familiar Southern comfort that keeps Widespread Panic
