If you’re looking for lushly orchestrated observations on the fleetingness of mortality then, buddy, have I got the album for you. The Plastic Ants leave no stone unturned with their sophomore release — every note feels carefully placed, but maintains…
In honor of National Coming Out Day (yesterday), it seemed fitting to give a hat-tip to Aaron Lee Tasjan. I couldn’t find the Facebook post in which Tasjan comes out, and as far as I’ve seen it barely caused a…
I typically like to review albums once they’ve been released, but watching the second presidential debate before reviewing Two Cow Garage’s latest release Brand New Flag (due Thursday) seemed fitting. When my one-percenter, Trump-supporting dad is, without irony, discussing the…
There must be something about Tulsa that inspires thoughtful alt-country. Not sure what, though, considering it is (to me understanding) the least pedestrian-friendly and most obese city in the country. But it’s given us John Moreland, M. Lockwood Porter, and…
Alex McMurray is involved in so many projects (many of which have been featured here), it would be easy to assume that he’s the only guitarist in New Orleans. That would certainly be true if you were an attendee of…
It’s pretty common to see people dancing along to their music on the subway. I find myself fascinated by the many bubbles we lock ourselves into, made transparent when someone taps their feet or sings along with a choice lyric.…
We’ve seen it a million times over — when an artist hits it big, they change their sound so they can either be taken seriously or garner mass appeal. Chris Stalcup isn’t interested in that. (Though he isn’t necessarily “big”…
I was 13 on September 11, 2001. As a Jewish kid in private schools, that mean that my weekends for the next two years were dominated by bat and bar mitzvahs. We’d go to synagogue in the morning, the kid…