I never really quite know what to make of a Moonage Shine EP but I always enjoy where it takes me. Catacombs is murkier than the Texas-based band’s previous releases. Instead of channeling heat stroke-induced visions, Catacombs asks us to…
Sera Cahoone’s newest solo album is, in a word, delightful. It serves as an interesting bookend to Caroline Spence’s Spades and Roses. Where Spence is hurt and vulnerable, Cahoone’s songs come from the same wounds but are playful and healing.…
Man, I thought my relationship history was dysfunctional. But compared to McKelvie’s L Word-worthy messes, mine are just Sweet Valley. McKelvie’s got an aloof self-deprecation that makes these painfully awkward and tense standoffs a little more bearable to listen to.…
What is a virago, you may ask? It used to be a slur for a woman who had “masculine” traits. Like being brave, pugnacious, and bawdy. I can’t for the life of my remember her name, but there was a…
Bill Mallonee puts out an album every six months. Minimum. There’s never a dud and I wish I had more time to just sit with each album. But then a new one comes out. It makes me wonder if Mallonee…
Spades and Roses is…wow. At first I wrote it off as the kind of frail, boring acoustic guitar songs about broken hearts that seems to pass for feminine these days. I was being a fucking idiot. I’m not sure which…
Scott H Biram is passionate, to say the least. If you haven’t heard his stuff before, I think the best way to describe his music is “bloodcurdling.” Biram’s committed to the blues, but for the most part his music has…
I am all moved into my new place, so hopefully that means more regular updates. It’s a big step, and I’m glad I had Peter Joly to accompany me. Joly’s got such a warm, reassuring voice that lends itself to…