Some albums just make me happy for the scene.

Patty Griffin has long been acknowledged as one of America’s finest modern songwriters.

Opening their sophomore release with the sparse and airy drone of “Wendy 2” properly sets the momentum for the remainder of the album.

Coliseum has never ceased their sonic explorations, a characteristic that has led them somewhere new on each record.

With one voice akin to the warden’s in “Superjail!” and the other a female drawl, the vocal duo of Giving Up whip up androgynous, bitter post-rock.

It’s a shame the LLPs (who are between 7 and 12 years old) weren’t aren’t around for 1970s game shows, because their millions o’ mallets and sticks approach to jazz (and oft

Like a half-remembered episode of “Pete & Pete,” House Ghost’s Physical Education EP is a breezy and innocent helping of comfort food, bursting with the same

Never mind the Fiona Apple-length title above, the long in-the-works new album from Father Jah may just be the best of his career.

Born in Scotland, raised in Australia, currently residing in Louisville, bassist McIntosh is a strong and captivating player with far-reaching influences.

That Wolf leads with “Fuck You” as the introductory vocal is a fair indication of what to expect.