Dirty Streets — Blades of Grass
I have not yet finished listening to the Dirty Streets’ Blades of Grass, but I can honestly say this is a fucking great album. The cover art pretty much tells you what you need to know. (By the way, it…
I have not yet finished listening to the Dirty Streets’ Blades of Grass, but I can honestly say this is a fucking great album. The cover art pretty much tells you what you need to know. (By the way, it…
It’s strange to think that M. Lockwood Porter is roughly my age. You wouldn’t be able to tell he’s in his mid-twenties just from listening to his songs. There’s a lived-in quality that only comes from being a seasoned road…
Between their first album and their submission to Couch by Couchwest, the Blind Owl Band was beginning to make a name for themselves as a rowdy, footloose bunch. Pictured Above: Rowdy and footloose acts. Imagine my surprise when…
I know that you’re supposed to judge art on its own merit, but sometimes an artist’s backstory makes for good reading. And it makes their work that much better. Tedo Stone’s debut album, Good Go Bad, is one of those…
I blared this album in the staff room a few weeks ago. It was the end of the school year and I had no “cares” to give anymore. One of my colleagues raised an eyebrow and I offered to turn…