Califone has done this before: The frequently brilliant avant-roots collective has sold a platter of undercooked ideas and called it an album.
I wasn’t really lucid in the ’70s (but then, who was?), but I am a student of music history.
From the start, The Weeknd has fit into the oddly specific niche of darkly seductive R&B, as filtered through some of the smoothest production around.
If we’re honest, most jazz-anything hybrids suck.
On the beautiful Nepenthe, ambient vocalist Julianna Barwick trades the introverted, lonely quality of her excellent 2011 album The Magic Place for warmth and openn
While the name may not sound alarms, his bass notes are likely already in your collection.
You could probably tell from the name that there is little conventional about Oneohtrix Point Never.
Produced by Oliver Stoned, Johnny Spanish’s latest is his strongest. Moving back to Louisville after an extended NYC stay has energized the emcee.
Ambition can get lost with cynicism. After half-a-dozen listens, I was ready to throw in the Lady’s towel. Great for fans, but outside that foundation, the plate looked bare.