Check these first drafts, artfully constructed by The Mountain Goats’ front man, John Darnielle. He relays to the Atlantic, the challenges and the emotionally fraught state from which his music…
My experience with Gil Scott Heron is (woefully) limited to his seminal work “The Revolution Will Not Be Televised” and his final album I’m New Here. I didn’t know how…
I hate Dave Grohl. This is purely professional, of course. I hate that he and his Foo Fighting pals manage to produce relevant and irresistible art prolifically. I hate that…
Lady Lamb the Beekeeper (aka Aly Spaltro) has been quietly minding her apiary in past years, recording LPs on her eight-track in New England apartments. After a stint at SXSW…
When Jay Reatard was alive, he got called anything from “possessed” to “total dick.” Looking back on his recorded legacy with the ease awarded by hindsight, I see that he…
MP3s of Gil Scott-Heron live at the Village Gate in New York City circa 1976. (via @largeheartedboy) Update: Don’t miss “Winter in America: A Musical Lamentation Offered on the Passing…
Gil Scott-Heron died on May 27, at age 62. As I write this, there’s no official cause of death. We’ll know soon enough. This is America, after all. Whatever the…
Tara Jepsen and Beth Lisick recently interviewed New Zealand folksinging/activist sensations the Topp Twins (stars of the documentary Untouchable Girls). Even better? Jepsen and Lisick conduct the entire interview as…
Growing up, I loved The Cars. They were probably the first band I ever called my favorite. In place of headphones, I’d sometimes just lay on the floor and put…
Austra Feel It Break (Domino Records) Not long ago synthpop was something of a boys’ club. The genre’s early days were dominated by male-fronted bands like Depeche Mode, Kraftwerk and…
Banjo or Freakout Banjo or Freakout (Rare Book Room Records) Considering how well produced Banjo or Freakout’s self-titled debut is, one assumes auteur Alessio Natalizia must’ve buried the vocals in…
We love the 33 1/3 series from Continuum, which explores individual albums through slender investigations from rock critics such as Rob Trucks on Fleetwood Mac and Amanda Petrusich on Nick…