Drunken Barn Dance
Grey Buried (Quite Scientific). Review by Aaron Shaul.
Grey Buried (Quite Scientific). Review by Aaron Shaul.
Cops Don’t Care 7”/ Spring St. (M’Lady Records/ Quite Scientific). Review by Aaron Shaul.
Invisible Cities (Ubiquity). Review by Aaron Shaul.
Drunken Barn Dance (Pedal Bark/Quite Scientific). Review by Aaron Shaul.
Here Come the Floods (Humblebee). Review by Aaron Shaul.
Flood (Magic Marker). Review by Aaron Shaul.
Cold Colors (Polyvinyl). Review by Nora Richardson.
Fill Up the Room (K). Review by Nora Richardson.
Cave Days & Moments/Bitches is Lord (Marriage). Review by Aaron Shaul.
#3 (Minty Fresh). Review by Aaron Shaul.
Until the Sadness is Gone (Friendly Fire). Review by Aaron Shaul.
L’Autre Cap (K). Review by Aaron Shaul.
I Guess I Was Daydreaming (Desolation). Review by Aaron Shaul.
What Goes Up Must Calm Down (Magic Marker). Review by Aaron Shaul.
“Oh, the albums I wish I had reviewed…” says Rob Walsh , Ink 19’s overworked reviews editor.
Metaphysics For Beginners (Redder). Review by Aaron Shaul.
Thunder, Lightning, Strike (Memphis Industries Ltd). Review by Danny Lewis.
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When the Sun Was Happy (Duffmeister). Review by Aaron Shaul.
This Time Every Year 7” (Sonic Syrup). Review by Aaron Shaul.
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.