- Music Reviews
- October 23, 2020
Brace Yourself (Pirate’s Press). Review by Scott Adams.
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.
M. Ward could get by on his smoky velvet voice alone, but he also happens to be a supreme connoisseur of what alert musicians call songcraft.
Straight outta Staten Island, the Budos Band has enough energy to power a nuclear submarine for seven months, allowing it to circumnavigate the globe three and a half times.
As you may suspect, Peter Bjorn and John hail from Sweden, and as you may expect, they do Anglophonic indie pop better than the Anglophones.
It’s a perfect time to bring Sound Salvation to a wider audience via the Internet, albeit in a different form.
The Woolly Bushmen may look young, but they sound like a rusted IROC Camaro with a busted manifold roaring out of the 7-11 parking lot.
Two movies for the price of one? You betcha!
Joe’s NYC Bar returns via the internet with all its charms and flaws.
Steven Garnett takes a closer look at one of many earth-shaking moments in a long career.
Anonymous texting generate a mountain of yucks!
Breakthrough Theater showcases local talent to raise money in these trying times.
Brian Feldman celebrates the holiday online.
Livestream some early classics with Model and Massa. What else ya got to do?