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…
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…
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…
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…
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 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…