Prog rock at one of its finest moments, though perhaps not at its most ambitious (and that should probably be seen as a good thing), Fragile sees Yes expressing restraint in its endeavors, with a keen eye toward expanding the parameters of an, erm…eight-minute pop song in ‘Roundabout,
It was a long, long trip on a long, long train back from Pennsylvania today. Got home – famished and exhausted – dropped the bags, walked deliriously to a favorite restaurant, and dined. A glass of wine in my tired brain later, I heard from an accompanying table: No, no, get this
A mind-searing epic of beauty, 1991’s Loveless is an album that, in itself, spawned thousands of bands, and changed the face of music in so very many ways, in so many ways to have reached an undeniably legendary status. Songs that can somehow compress no fewer than forty
This morning I went to my favorite local coffee shop for a bagel and some (okay, a lot of) coffee. I was distressed to find this newly posted sign in the seating area: Seeking musicians, bands, ect [sic], for the XXXX cafe’s mall lounge in the mini-mall beside
Fashion plate and all around artist Claudia Brown answers the five questions, liking Haruki Murkami and Thomas Friedman.
I curse, you curse, we all curse. But for the imaginative cursers out there, we offer you The Alternative Dictionaries. It’s for those special occasions when you need to know that ‘yeb vas’ means ‘fuck off’ in Russian, or that ‘da'ma'k’ means ‘asshole’ in Azerbaijani.
At one point I was a fanatic for the lazy, droning sounds of Bedhead, and I went to every show they played. Then one time I saw them and decided that either they were the most boring, pathetic band imaginable or I’d just gotten a whole lot more exciting
The first offering from the Trail of Dead since 1999’s Madonna, the Relative Ways EP shows a band further tempering an awesome penchant for violent energy with an unmistakable pop sensibility. Tracks: ‘Relative Ways’ gives us a mature, chiming guitar riff and the catchiest Trail of Dead song to
Sonic Youth’s 1988 magnum opus is, indeed, one of the finest albums ever recorded by anyone. Not necessarily a concept album, although a strong musical theme carries across the whole of it, Daydream Nation bursts at the seams with surprisingly catchy (?), engaging songs, while never losing sight of the
Overheard Sunday morning; a man on a cell phone: What’s her name? Yeah? What’s she like? Huh. Well, I’m more of a leg man, myself. More of a leg man/ass man. More of an ass man, really. Indeed.
