I mean, you can forget the saxophone; you had me with that extremely punny name.
An even longer time coming: This blog post. Is it as worth the wait as the album? No.
You might as well stand for yourself, sometimes it seems like no one’s gonna do that for you.
Who knew that a bit of darkness would be such a bother for a bunch of goats?
Amazing how well centuries of fury over a heritage of persecution and extermination can be parlayed into music that sounds this beautiful.
Not “the” Jew, but “a” Jew, though c’mon, there really aren’t that many members of the Tribe in the Sooner State.
An album so stricken with grief that I can’t bring myself to make a witty smartass remark about it here.
A title that supposes normal has ever been normal, though of course nothing is even close to whatever passes as normal, so it’s a wash.
A car crash makes for great creative inspiration. Who woulda thought?
Another piece Present Andy wrote for Past Andy.
Not just “a” Beth, but “the” Beths.
Hinds has a new album out. That’s it. That’s the excerpt.
The first of two Apple TV+ series dropping this month that I actually like, riding on the strengths of Rafe Spall and Esther Smith.
A river of sounds from sources wide and varied flow into one of my absolute top-tier favorite releases to date in this extremely long year.
Look, it was between this title and a play on “bedroom eyes,” and I think I ultimately went with the lesser of two evils here.
For those who like their 80s nostalgia post-punk style, and by “those” I do not mean “me.”
Oh man, if you want indie rock musical reference points, have I EVER got indie rock musical reference points for you!
If you need another definition for “badass,” try listening to this record.
It might clock in at only 4 tracks, but this is a drive well worth taking.