Is it considered payola if the Paisley Fields’ lead singer, James Wilson, gave me a lift to Riis Park? Sometimes you hang out after shows at Queer Country Monthly, and sometimes somebody and his band shows up even though they’re…
I’m about to spill 200 – 300 words on Not Here, but there’s only one word that matters: majestic. Few reviews of Not Here will fail to mention the Pollies’ Alabama roots, so I suppose I should do my journalistic…
Need some good vibes? I’ve had The Holy Gasps’ daily affirmation in my head since this landed in my inbox in February. I hope it makes your day as great as it made mine! The rest of the album is…
As much as I love Bump Head Go Home, it would be a stretch to call it the album of my generation. However, if I were a historian 100 years from now trying to figure out what the fuck us…
I was first introduced to Ed Hamell’s music during my pilgrimage to Nashville this summer. And really, there’s nothing like seeing this guy live. Hamell has the ability to sear right to your core like the best gospel preacher, the…