- Music Reviews
- September 25, 2020
Blue Hearts (Merge). Review by Scott Adams.
Not unlike fine Swiss clockwork, the duo that calls themselves Yello have been ticking for four decades without missing a beat.
Matchmaker Dolly Levy makes her own match, saving some young woman from the grouchy yet wealthy Horace Vandegelt as live theater returns to Winter Garden.
We return to the Footlights Theater in Orlando to re-experience the original “Ladies Of Eola Heights”
It’s been 45 years since Chrissie Hynde initially hit her stride with the Pretenders, and she hasn’t slowed down for anybody since.
The Fifth Dimension lets Jeffrey Schweers travel up, up and away in a new Wax On!
No need to worry about offending delicate sensibilities with this playlist. We’re not talking about profanity, so just take the title at face value.
Habibi is what happens when you spill solvent on the psychedelic garage / surf music / girl groups section of your record collection.
Katie Crutchfield, performing as Waxahatchee, has been slowly and steadily building her repertoire and now her talent is overflowing her banks.
Double Date With Death are loud and Canadian, and they don’t care if you don’t understand their French howling. They have a double date to get to.
Well into their third decade, G. Love and Special Sauce still sound like they are in no particular hurry to get there.
It took Cheo a couple of years to get back into his usual Latin-flavored slinky tinkles after leaving his previous band, but we’re all glad to hear he’s back.
Robyn Hitchcock and the Egyptians Globe of Frogs helps Jeffrey Schweers endure the pandemic in another burst of Wax On!
If you’re wondering if Acid Tongue is about having a particularly caustic wit, or about some sort of psychedelic dosage, the answer is yes.
Go ahead and call your band Great Grandpa. You better have something pretty weird up your sleeve.
If a mermaid learned to play surf guitar, she could give Olivia Jean some exciting competition, at least for a little while.
Born Ruffians hail from the Great White North, and they have an innate ability to craft razor-sharp hooks out of the simplest of riffs.
Thoughts on the closing of Breakthrough Theater of Winter Park
They call it Hotlanta for a good reason, but I’m sure The Black Lips have enough bad attitude to have way more colorful names for their hometown.