It has taken me more than a month of on-and-off listening to work my way through Jared Mees and the Grown Children’s third full-length, Only Good Thoughts Can Stay, and not without good reason. In the main, the album is a densely evocative affair, filled to the brim with subtly extended metaphors and rambling narratives that often read equally well as prose as they do as poetry. Which is to say th ... Continue Reading
Dope Body is smart music played hard and fast, the rock rulebook ripped to shreds as trails are blazed. The group’s new album Nupping is wild and free, the product of a party of young fellows, robust, merry, singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs.
Over the course of the past several years, Dope Body have been turning underground Baltimore warehouse parties into swirling, chaotic ... Continue Reading
There is a strange quality in Laura Stevenson’s voice: a punkish grit that belies her demure poise and airy lilts, a lightness that attempts to obscure the ominous shadows behind her lyrics with vivid, self-harmonizing croons. But listen carefully, and you’ll catch hints of a grim penumbra peeking out along the edges of the brass-emboldened foot-stomper “Landslide/The Dig”, the soft-yet-somber “Ne ... Continue Reading
For as regularly as they rely on oft-repeated riffs and easily-memorized choruses, the palatable auditory emanations of romantically-inclined pop musicians are not something which one often associates with the complex rhythms and intricate progressions of math-rock.
Mostly, it’s a matter of cadence. Few pop songwriters have the patience or wherewithal to vary their meters and adapt their rhymes ... Continue Reading
If there exists a pantheon dedicated to modern-day folk-inspired singer-songwriters (forgive the abundance of qualifiers, but one strives to be as specific as possible when presuming to deify musicians), then the bespectacled bust of John Darnielle is probably kept somewhere near the holy of holies, likely alongside votive-laden altars to Daniel Johnston, Jeff Mangum, Bill Callahan, David Berman, ... Continue Reading
For better or worse, my jaded ears hear a ton of music. My apathy runs deep and ancient like a jackdaw to a scarecrow: the ur views its faux foe as no more than a gadfly upon its historic trajectory. This convalescence is seldom broke. Seldom broke but by heard stimulus reaching touchstones thought forgot amongst my tired foraging through the steppes of the unfound reaches of some clinical nume ... Continue Reading
For much of my listening life, I have tended to avoid electronic music. Whether techno, electro, drum and bass, house, trance, or breakbeat, any genre or subgenre that relies overmuch on digital processing and sampling, drum machines, mixers, and MIDI controllers has been hard-pressed to earn my respect and hold my attention. Mostly because, as a devotee of orchestrated analog sound, I have long e ... Continue Reading
To be honest, I haven’t paid all that much attention to Eisley since their full-length debut, Room Noises, dropped in early 2005. The Texan quintet was a breath of fresh air at the time, their wistful tunes steeped in childhood fantasy and prone to imaginative flights of lyrical fancy, their exercises in magical realism deftly delivered in lovely solos, charming duets, and delightful three-part ch ... Continue Reading
Tiny Creature is huge.
The newest release by Cex goes for it, maxing out physically what will fit on a single CD even, 79 minutes of epic soundscapes interspersed with head-nodding jams. There is no holding back, no sonic stone unturned.
Over the years, what was once a man and his laptop became a full band. That iteration of the Cex journey has seemingly concluded, and Rjyan Kidwell has retu ... Continue Reading
For a good long while there, it appeared as though I had finally outgrown punk music. That the romantic whingeing of disaffected (sub)urban youths and the inflammatory diatribes of slogan-spouting anarcho-anthemists had finally lost their appeal, particularly when exposed to the harsh light of workaday concerns and the soft touch of middle-way pragmatism. That living up to that wayward adolescent ... Continue Reading