Mixtape 118 :: Look Alive
Following a proud tradition of weird Australian pop, The Stroppies give us the sort of incisive harmonic jangle the world needs right now.
Following a proud tradition of weird Australian pop, The Stroppies give us the sort of incisive harmonic jangle the world needs right now.
There is no shortage of consuming urgency to the sound of this UK trio called simply Shopping.
Coriky is three musicians crumpling up their resumes, throwing them to the floor, and showing you exactly what they can do.
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.
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.
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.
It’s edgy and manic and insistent, and it’ll surely drive your lunatic friends to ask you who is making that racket. Make sure you tell them Clifffs is spelled with three Fs.
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.
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.
40 years down the road and Flipper remains a lovingly overwhelming evening, with David Yow on vocals.
DeVotchKa brings their strange Vegas-gypsy sounds to the masses at Colorado’s Mesa Theater.
The Mighty Warriors: Live in Antwerp (Elemental Music). Review by Bob Pomeroy.
40 years on, Michael Gira and Swans continue to bring a ritualistic experience that needs to be heard in order to be believed. Featured photo by Reese Cann.
The biggest astronomical event of the decade coincides with a long overdue trip to Austin, Texas.
Sofia and Louise have just graduated nursing school. They have no idea what they’ve signed up for.
At the Showcase: Live in Chicago 1976/1977 (Jazz Detective). Review by Bob Pomeroy.
Atlantis Lullaby: The Concert in Avignon (Elemental Music). Review by Bob Pomeroy.
Hamilton, Ontario rap artist Cadence Weapon drops Rollercoaster (MNRK Music) today.
Shall I compare thee to an “Old Bronco”? Sure, if thou art The Bacon Brothers.
J-Horror classic Dark Water (2002) makes the skin crawl with an unease that lasts long after the film is over. Phil Bailey reviews the new Arrow Video release.