They Might Be Giants are still a band and touring after nearly 30 years. Jeff Schweers submerged himself in their pop music flood.
Here Before (Bar None). Review by Jeff Schweers.
Civilian (Merge). Review by Jeff Schweers.
Let Me Come Home (4AD). Review by Jeff Schweers.
Lisbon (Bella Union). Review by Jeff Schweers.
Jeff Schweers suggests a greater purpose for Sid Griffin’s supposedly unique look at Bob Dylan’s Rolling Thunder Revue.
Canadian electronica whiz Daniel Snaith (Caribou) brings down the spirit of Brian Eno at a very crowded, smoky Backbooth in Orlando. Jeff Schweers wallowed in the trance-heavy psychedelia.
A three-ring psychedelic circus took place at the House of Blues, with Wayne Coyne of The Flaming Lips as the ringmaster. Jeff Schweers watched it all from the rafters.
Let It Sway (Polyvinyl Record Co.). Review by Jeff Schweers.
Measures. Review by Jeff Schweers.
Yeasayer ambles between the tribal, worldbeat vibes of their debut album and the ’80s-influenced synth sounds of their latest to a packed house at Firestone Live, Jeff Schweers among them.
I Think I Can See the Ocean (Stunning Models On Display). Review by Jeff Schweers.
Oh for the Getting and not Letting Go. Review by Jeff Schweers.
What We Lose in the Fire We Gain in the Flood (Saddle Creek). Review by Jeff Schweers.
The National delivers an amazing, soulful, and rocking show at the House of Blues in Orlando that Jeff Schweers equates to a near religious experience.
Skin Collision Past. Review by Jeff Schweers.
Inklings (El deth). Review by Jeff Schweers.
Chateau Revenge! (Cheap Lullaby). Review by jeff schweers.
Fission (hi-speedsoul). Review by jeff schweers.
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