I don’t know what I can say about this record that I don’t already say in the kicker to my review, but gosh I guess I’ll try.
Well, as long as the reruns are erotic, then I don’t mind if I do.
A portal back in time to when Oh Sees were Thee Oh Sees and they hadn’t released quite as many albums as they have to date.
Roll down the windows and throw the goat as you careen down highways blaring the new album from Black Mountain. (But don’t throw the goat out the window. You might lose a hand. Safety first.)
Put away your soaps and bath bombs and shampoos and other scented sudsy sundries, this is a music review, not a tutorial for custom at-home spa treatments, good lord.
What do you do when a band you’ve followed for years makes a new album and it’s…kind of bland?
Not a steak, nor a relative of Carol Burnett, but rather an album whose thesis essentially is that the world sucks, life sucks, people suck, but don’t worry, we’re all going to die someday or something.
An album whose title belies the somewhat not-very-modern style of the band. But in a good way!
Remember, kids: If you can engage a thing you’re writing about more than once *before* you write about it, you should do that.
Andy gets to write about a new thing by Les Claypool (and also Sean Lennon (but for Andy, mostly Claypool (no offense Sean))), and he is excited about it.
A lovely album loaded with lovely music, but of course Andy being Andy, Andy had some struggles with it. (Andy.)
It’s free association time, in which Andy compares Paul Webb to Tom Waits AND David Bowie and uses a bunch of flower space age language to attempt, and maybe fail, to describe the new Rustin Man album’s sound.
Sometimes, all you need from a record is a good 30+ minutes of rocking out, an excuse to just bop your head along with the music and not worry about what happens when the music ends and you have to just go about your boring old business as usual. Enter: Art Brut, releasing their first …
Hello! I did another music review! This time, it’s Gregory Alan Isakov’s latest, Evening Machines, far and away one of the 2018 albums that’s gotten under my skin; the thing grows on me every time I listen to it. It’s wonderful. Frankly, I’m just going to cut off right here, except to say that if you’re …
Good day, lords and ladies! I did an album review! A California album review! Because, I’ve got to tell you: Primaveras’ first album, Echoes in the Well of Being, is either a love letter to California or a depressive picture of life dissatisfied in California, depending on how you choose to hear it. Regardless, I dig its …