- Staff Picks
- October 19, 2021
Radio Astro (BMG). Review by Julius C. Lacking.
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.
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.
DeVotchKa brings their strange Vegas-gypsy sounds to the masses at Colorado’s Mesa Theater.
Julius C Lacking has an evening of reflection at Red Rocks with some ’80s memories.
In Shambles (Pig Baby). Review by Julius C. Lacking.
In a small town in the middle of the American West, an indie icon makes an intimate appearance, and Julius C. Lacking was there.
Spencer Plays The Hits (In The Red). Review by Julius C. Lacking.
Skiff (Spiritual Pajamas). Review by Julius C. Lacking.
Double Negative (Sub Pop). Review by Julius C. Lacking.
Dionysus (PIAS). Review by Julius C. Lacking.
Geezër brought their old-school show all the way from their Miami rest home, and Julius C. Lacking thinks they were quite spry.
Quintron and Miss Pussycat brought their psychedelic carnival to Will’s Pub in Orlando, and Julius C. Lacking was there to make some flashbacks.
Mixerman is back, and this time he has the task of navigating a young Indian billion-heir through the excesses and pitfalls of today’s music industry. Julius C. Lacking provides summary and insight.
Quema Quema Quema (Tiger’s Milk). Review by Julius C. Lacking.