For years around Chicago, Nora has been an in-demand hired assassin of singing to the hit-making hoi polloi, but here she scootches over just a little bit to center stage where she belongs.
Just when you learned to make for the exit when the bar owner says there's no more beer for the band, TMP lets it rip—ELECTRIC. Plus, it's got covers of Loretta Lyn AND Foreigner!
A beautiful, funny, heartbreaking, ambitious, hypnotic, lovesick and lovelorn lyrical knockout of a record.
Full of effortless pop smarts and early rock n roll style, casting his creative powers in a whole new light and elevating his craft. Think Buddy Holly in Nashville duds.
Intimate and personal, a perfect blend of orchestral sweep and glam rock swagger. A true masterpiece.
An exuberant, noisy, custom job of mutant string-band sensibilities tricked out with crafty original songwriting and delivered with a confident, sly, sexy grin.
Live style urban hillbilly rave-ups, replete with soaring vocals, rollicking guitars, and a joyously grim sense of humor.
All motorcycle boots and sneers, they rode a squall of throat-grabbing feedback and Stonesy musical middle fingers. They were as much Thunders and Reed as anything country.
DEBUT CD. Some writer sent us this CD from Canada and said "You should put this out!" After listening to it about 8400 times in office (over a two day period), we agreed.
Biram's blend of punk, delta blues, and hillbilly throws down the boogie gauntlet and sends a feral bolt of brimstone south of your studded leather belt.
This is gospel for the 13th circle, and he's singing it like his feet are already halfway in the fires.
Debut CD whips up a witches brew of hillbilly hellfire and blues brimstone full of the locomotive rhythms of traditional bluegrass, the intensity of Mississippi roadhouse blues, and the full-on sonic assault of Slayer.
From dynamic atmospherics and psychedelic melancholy to pulsing T. Rex glam boogie and down and dirty southern ROCK, BBJ and host of guests deliver.
Bravely forges a blend of hopped-up bluegrass, jangly Camper Van Beethoven-ish grooves, Jeannie C. Riley style singing, and a barely contained enthusiasm for AM rock and new wave.
103 Degrees in June documents one of those nights when the music takes over, when the crowd and the band feed off one another and no one minds being soaked to the skin.