Mixtape 167 :: Hideaway
If the name didn’t give it away, there is a very distinct beach slash surf feeling to San Diego’s Wavves and their sun-glittered sounds.
If the name didn’t give it away, there is a very distinct beach slash surf feeling to San Diego’s Wavves and their sun-glittered sounds.
Jade Hairpins don’t care about your repetitive song structures, man. That’s not how you cram five albums’ worth of material into less than forty minutes.
Katie Crutchfield, performing as Waxahatchee, has been slowly and steadily building her repertoire and now her talent is overflowing her banks.
Well into their third decade, G. Love and Special Sauce still sound like they are in no particular hurry to get there.
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.
I Could’ve Loved You Better. Review by Michelle Wilson.
In this latest installment of his popular weekly series, Christopher Long finds himself dumpster diving at a groovy music joint in Oklahoma City, where he scores a bagful of treasure for UNDER $20 — including a well-cared-for $3 vinyl copy of Life for the Taking, the platinum-selling 1978 sophomore set from Eddie Money.
Ink 19’s Liz Weiss spends an intimate evening with Gregory Alan Isakov.
Sharon Van Etten & The Attachment Theory (Jagjaguwar). Review by Peter Lindblad.
This week, Christopher Long goes “gaga” over discovering an ’80s treasure: an OG vinyl copy of Spring Session M, the timeless 1982 classic from Missing Persons — for just six bucks!
Both bold experiment and colossal failure in the 1960s, Esperanto language art house horror film Incubus returns with pre-_Star Trek_ William Shatner to claim a perhaps more serious audience.
You Can’t Tell Me I’m Not What I Used To Be (North & Left Records). Review by Randy Radic.
In this latest installment of his weekly series, Christopher Long is betrayed by his longtime GF when she swipes his copy of Loretta Lynn’s Greatest Hits Vol. II right out from under his nose while rummaging through a south Florida junk store.