Rachel Cholst

Rachel Cholst

Tideland — Lull

Tideland certainly caught my ear. I owe the band an apology for a relatively short review. I’m just at a loss for words as to what to say. Tideland’s fuzz punk is spacy, dreamy, and unearthly. My English teacher once…

Careless Hearts — Alum Rock

Alum Rock starts off conventionally enough — jangly guitars and drums. But the first couplet is a little jarring: We’re like potatoes in a basement With tendrils growing in every direction Uh…what? I thought this was a pop rock song?…

Hank Woji — Holy Ghost Town

Sometimes you just need a bread-and-butter, honest-to-God country song. No tricks, no affectations, no superbly hidden self-consciousness. Sometimes, you just need a song. For those times, Hank Woji is your man. Though a Jersey native, Woji’s clearly in his element…

The Abramson Singers — Late Risers

I sat on Late Risers for a while. Too long, really. As a listener, I enjoy digging into an artists lyrics, thinking about what the song means, imagining what inspired it. But in The Abramson Singers’ latest album, the lyrics…