One can’t help but get swept up by it all. This is a rock n’ roll life-affirmer that’ll last for months, way past the stadiums where we sang, past gutters that you fell you into. Things change, but we’ll keep singing, we’ll keep falling, and
This matinee performance relies on the stage disintegrating, tumbling, torn down by actors who demand something sleek and so un-Dr. Dog. From a just-out fifth album, the lament of “The Old Days” is the final protest in the final act, and it’s a damn rousing song. I
“So Fast” is well-punctuated, well-announced, and sufficiently well-thought of that it is the first track on Julie Doiron’s reissued Loneliest in the Morning. Ten years after the release and much more than a decade since she left noise-pop outfit Eric’s Trip, Doiron’s subtle
Broken Social Scene don’t make albums anymore. No, that Canadian group hug now presents, or at least one of their members presents them—gives them a formation, arms them, and sends them out to battle. Last time out it was Col. Kevin Drew organizing the troops, but this week
Beck’s latest album, Modern Guilt, is ambitious but it sees his sound reduced, filtering out some unnecessary digital noise from his previous work, 2006’s The Information; cell phone rings that were good, clean fun inspire little except the desire to not party. The vagueness of “Chemtrails,” however, hints
Dusty and spiritual, Finnish duo Paavoharju represent Scandinavia with something churned up and surreal in “Kevätrumpu.” Pavvoharju don’t just wander and drift amongst their collage of noise, they work hard to carve an identity during what sounds like some sort of ritual ceremony led by a beat of bells.
I rarely find music I (wrongly) assume to be indie rock so stirring and spirited. Said the Gramophone find that in “Gold, Tan, Peach, and Grey,” wherein Bodies of Water “…starts shouting the colors and I can see them right there. I kind of listen to this music the same
I’m sorry to be the one to break it to you, but ABBA will never tour again. Mamma Mia!, the musical and upcoming film that samples heavily from their back catalog, will keep them happy for the next few years—we can only assume. If there were any life
When I was in jail last night it was dark, raining, and roofless—with an abundance of cell-phones. I woke up from this dream with a hangover, glad not to be in jail. Micah P. Hinson spent some time in jail in his youth; this rebellious hangover could have
