Austin Lucas — Stay Reckless
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 — Let’s Make Out
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…
Paul Sanchez — Another Cup of Coffee
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…
Gui Gui Sui Sui — Nineteen Below Zero EP
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…
Ben Trickey — Rising Waters
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…
Sarah Marie Young — Too Many Februaries
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…
The Grisly Hand — That’s Not Affection Music Video
Continuing in our series of music videos (ie, I’ve got too many lesson plans to write and friends to see), my favorite band from Kansas City, the Grisly Hand, has a new, tasty video for its ’90stastic roots-pop single, “That’s…
Sarah Alden and the Red Hot Rubies — Fists of Violets
The pulsing rhythms on Fists of Violets‘ titular track are enough to make you acknowledge that Sarah Alden is, indeed, one of a kind. Alden, hailing from the only metropolis in this great country worthy of the title*, deftly combines…