Throughout the album is Exene’s characteristic blend of folk, deep country and poppy, wide open spaces. The album brings together the potential and innocence of young love, the gravity of departure, and the symbolic changing of seasons.
Psychedelic desert pop music. Straddles delirium and ecstasy, when the vultures circling overhead look like doves. It's the sound of a bead of condensation rolling down a beer glass at a grimy cantina.
With a sound that calls to mind a meeting of Otis Redding and the Stooges—JC Brooks & the Uptown Sound get crowds twisting and writhing on the floor--a post-punk reimagining of JB’s moves and MG’s grooves.
Five song EP featuring Andre with his shit-hot touring band, The Goldstars.
One part rock, one part R&B and all parts Andre having fun and doing his thing.
Loveless’s true-to-life testimonials hit and hit hard. Be it whiskey, men, god or alienation, Lydia takes them all on. Heady doses of punk rock energy and candor with the country classicism she was raised on; it’s a gutsy and unvarnished mash up.
They sit at the crossroads of Americana and indie, where Alabama meets Arcade Fire, shakes their hand and takes them out for a drink.
Even when he’s at his most quiet, it doesn’t get any more real—or more loud—than Scott H Biram.
SHB maintains the blues-metal-countrypunk-rock but strengthens it with crack guitar playing and shrewdly-crafted songwriting.
To sum up: The space. The rivers. The tall grass. Went back to the folk and blues, back to Townes and Dylan, Jim Harrison and Sam Shepard, driving instead of flying.
Channels Them-era Van Morrison, New York style Lou Reed, and the omnipresent Bob Dylan. On Imaginary Television, GP combines indelible hooks, penchant for the British blues-rock revival with a touch of the reggae and biting political commentary to produce an incredibly solid record.
Full of soulful urgency and longing, conjuring the ghosts of mates-in-spiritual-arms from Dylan Thomas to Johnny Cash.
A record that’s perfect for late Indian summer nights on either the front porch or fire escape, Justin’s found yet another way to be a timeless original. As versed in Mance Lipscomb as he is in M. Ward.
MF'n OUTLAW country. Whitey and the boys play with a muscular attack and energy that fills the album with an edge that Nashville’s misplaced or forgotten entirely.
Their explosive live performance at Jack White's Third Man studio was nigh-instantaneously pressed up on wax and ready for sale...