If you’re bummed that Halloween is over, fret not. The Mad Doctors’ sophomore album calls to mind a Frankenstein’s monster of the Ramones, obscure C-movie sci-fi, the hardcore rage of the ’80s and the resigned nihilism of the early aughts.…
Cashavelly Morrison’s debut album, The Kingdom Belongs to a Child, is a remarkable pearl. Though the album bears Morrison’s name, the project is co-piloted by her husband, classical guitarist Ryan MacLeod. Cashavelly’s story is unusual in and of itself: a…
Samuel Barker is both a gentleman and a scholar. I know this to be true for the first because I’ve thoroughly enjoyed my e-mail correspondence with him (and I owe him a follow-up) and for the second, he used to…
A quick note to my regular readers (which, according to my stats, is only about 13 of you) — if you’ve been keeping track at home you’ll have noticed that I’ve only been averaging about 3 updates a week since…
Quiet Hollers were one of the first bands I wrote about on here. Of the thousands of songs I’ve listened to since for the sake of the blog, there are several from their debut album, I Am the Morning, that…
Lest you decry the infiltration of synthesizers in all walks of music, it appears that punk is not dead in the Twin Cities. Nervous Breakthroughs is four songs by four different bands, and each offers a fresh take on a…
The Quaildogs bring something special to the table, that’s for sure. They seamlessly blend the gently earnest tone and harmonies of today’s hipster folk with the casual, back-handed irony of ’90s alt-rock. The end result is deliciously sharp. The Getting…
I have spent most of my 20s railing against hipsters but I think the time has come to make a painful admission: by virtue of being an urban 20-something who wears Warby Parker glasses I, too, am one of them.…