Fronted by Glen Hansard, The Frames have been mining their independent rock through Dublin since the late 80’s, conforming to nobody’s expectations but their own.
For those of you out there that got subjected to listening to oldies radio on those long car rides with your parents, all the songs here will take to back to those days fighting with your brother and sister in the back seat, and they will be as familiar as the artists covering them.
Exasperating for the unassuming, Year of Meteors is twelve tracks of hypothesis and theories for those who are willing to reach the gratifying conclusion, you can judge a record by its cover: beautiful, lingering, and peculiar.
With his whispery vocals that a pin drop would overpower and a Dylan-inspired metaphor for every situation, Bartlett, who is the primary songwriter, spins ten tales of solitude and hopelessness in the big city that Nick Drake or Iron and Wine
Descended like Vultures is not only beautiful, but heavy and textured pop that crawls under your skin with emotive lingering.
This is one of those that albums that forces you to listen and listen again, yet the sounds fend off any coalescing ideas. And it’s this uneven quality that draws me back time and time again, that glimmer of greatness that is elusive.
Formed in 1986 by guitarist / vocalists / songwriters Jon Auer and Ken Stringfellow, the Posies became one of the most popular power pop bands of the 90
The tunes can stir something deep, but that passion comes from a dirty section of your mind.
Just in time for winter, the Icelandic super-elves Sigur Ros deliver another perfectly crystallized sonic poem evoking their sparkling quicksilver home in the stars. Takk
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