La Gloire for Frenchie’s Praise
You probably haven’t seen Frenchie’s Blues Destroyers from the vantage point of a lat pulldown machine, but chances are good you’ve caught the duo...
Seems Likely
I don’t know about other gyms, but at 24 Hour Fitness, about half the TVs hanging above the mirrors that line the walls broadcast...
Keeping the Wires Connected
Music scenes can be inherently incestuous. Sometimes a city’s entire musical landscape is composed of just a handful of musicians swapping around, in and...
Local News and Notes
I suppose it’s a sign that a city’s music scene is busy and vibrant when covering the output of its bands becomes a challenge....
What Love’s Got to Do With it
Occasionally, I suppose, a particularly creative and ambitious songwriter might after a moment of sudden lightning-bolt inspiration sit down and decide, “I’m going to...
Nathan Brown’s (Meta)Physical Re-Release
Fifteen years ago this month, ’80s action score-esque synth-maester Nathan Brown sat in traffic outside of the Brooklyn-Battery Tunnel in New York City, en...
Yeah Huh’s Live Debut
It’s not often that you find us taking the time to write about a band that hasn’t even played its first show, but when...
Defending the Fortress
I don’t have any opinions about Diplo in the way that I don’t have any opinions about guanine or sheet rock. My assumption about...
Andy Pickett’s Ordeal
I had this thought at MASS on Sunday night as psychedelic Austin-based prog-rock band White Denim ripped through 90 minutes of technically flashy, inventively...
Left Arm Tan: Reverse Mirage
The last 15 months or so have been quite a trial for Left Arm Tan. In that span, the rough-hewn purveyors of top-down, sing-along...
