When all is said and done, the band seems happy to continue with the success that they have enjoyed so far.
No More Shall We Part is the best album of 2001.
Not a bad record by any means, but I just find myself wanting to like it more than I do.
Much of it ends up sounding like something Damien Jurado might record on a really off day, only to quickly tape over it with something else.
I recommend you put a blindfold, throw away the liner notes, and listen to all of this fresh stuff.
Some drone artists may encourage you to tune out and fade away but Charity Empressa’s music engages the listener.
Mark Nelson is determined to minimize his albums’ accessibility as deliberately as he minimizes his sound.
A hugely disappointing as a follow up to Versus.
It is apparent that Coldplay have bravely invested some intelligence and effort into writing songs that grow with use.
Moore is far too intelligent a filmmaker to boil down such a complex issue to such a simple solution.
The women who calls herself LadyBug plays a feisty, funky style of folk music.
Gidaly’s not really like anyone else, but here she echoes Liz Phair.
This split EP is a tremendous change for Canary.
I remembered why I never listen to local radio, Clear Channel be damned.
Taking in “1957” is like listening to all of the schizophrenia of “1956” condensed into only half the time.