Continuing in the vein of fantastic Canadian Americana artists (is that an oxymoron?) I present to you Express and Company. Sometimes you can judge a book by its cover. Like its album art, Ontario is an airy, unassuming album that…
Normally I don’t review EPs. There’s just enough stuff on the piece to give a proper assessment (my favorite education word) of the work. But this time, one song was enough to sell me. Slow Leaves is the product of…
Austin Lucas hits the nail on the head yet again. But first, I want to talk about something that doesn’t really matter. I’m a pretty tactile person, and I enjoy getting CDs in the mail. I like opening the envelopes.…
Chuck’s EP is quirky and adorable. But in spite of its massive charm, it took a little while for it to worm its way into my heart. My problem is that I wasn’t really listening to the songs. At first…
That sound you just heard was my fangirl-ish squee from receiving an e-mail directly from music god Paul Sanchez. It’s safe to say that he was a huge asset to Cowboy Mouth. His songs had an artistic quality that separated…
What do you do when you’re a British ex-pat killing time in a subarctic, Northern Chinese factory city? Why, you build a diddley bo out of a skateboard, distort the living fuck out of it, and start a punk rock…
I hope you’ll forgive me. I’ve done a terrible thing. I didn’t tell you about Ben Trickey’s new album, Rising Waters. To say that it’s one of my favorite albums of the year should mean a lot, because it’s been…
And now for something completely different: jazz pop. Whuuuu? You ask, and that’s kind of what I said when Sarah Marie Young’s music was described to me. But it fits. The lady’s got pipes that are too robust for your…