Uncle Leon and the Alibis — Wild Ways
I was at my place of work for 12 hours today. Listening to parents yell at their screw-up children as if I’d never called them to tell them what their kids are or aren’t doing. What I need is a…
I was at my place of work for 12 hours today. Listening to parents yell at their screw-up children as if I’d never called them to tell them what their kids are or aren’t doing. What I need is a…
Here’s a roundabout story about some simply awesome music. On Saturday, I went to Karen and the Sorrows‘ Queer Country Monthly. It was the kind of show that saves your life. While the Paisley Fields were not present at the…
Before They Sold Out may sound like wishful thinking for an indie pop band from Chicago. But with fun.’s ascendancy, it seems like power pop has earned itself a revival. And Common Shiner, with time, just may earn itself a…
Here’s a koan for you: what is the sound a hungry ghost makes when possessing a garage blues duo? That ghost sounds a lot like The End Men. There’s nothing zen about this Brooklyn-based duo. And unlike most Brooklyn-based duos,…
I saw Todd last Thursday down at Webster Hall. He followed a true turd of a band. A bunch of guys who were impressed with themselves for playing extended guitar solos, convinced they had invented ’70s southern rock. I’ve been…