It’s still Insides… so it’s not all bad. It’s not great either.
Picks right up where their ferocious debut, 1997’s Young Team, left off.
Few records made in the ’90s can get this or more emotional.
The 21-year-old Kid turns in some pretty fine Autechre/Aphex Twin-style glitch techno.
This is real hip-hop, black science fiction in the tradition of Parliament/Funkadelic and Sun Ra.
Here’s an album so devoid of any sense of triumph or victory. It’s as spartan and sparse as they come.
Jeff Buckley didn’t belong in anything so small as a rock band.
Reverse doesn’t actually live up to most, if not all of their grandiose statements.
In short, this album, though still an import, is worth every single penny and is one of 2000’s classics.
A very consistent album, but that consistency keeps me from digging into this album.
Sounding at times like Radiohead, Stone Temple Pilots, John Coltrane, Frank Zappa, John Cage, and Steely Dan, this album is a sonic treat.
One of those rare cases where you can call a record repetitive and mean it as a compliment.
Remember that studio-based, diva-riddled dance music that was so prevalent in the early ’90s?
Songs like these belong in movies at those pivotal scenes when someone has a religious experience, when long-lost lovers are finally reunited, or when someone is brought back from the brink of death.
Radiohead temper their worldview with what at least seems to be a very real sense of hope.
Intricate, lush music that’s highly recommended for Starflyer 59 fans.
Bamboo Grove’s music falls squarely into that style of melodic, groove-oriented pop that’s normally reserved for the likes of the Dave Matthews Band.
Rough around the edges and in need of some healthy polishing, but with plenty of beauty still shining through.
Solid pop songs that can be driving and punchy, but also atmospheric and jangly.
To say that Chernoff’s vocals and lyrics are an acquired taste is an understatement.