You’d be excused for wondering whether the Houston-based Rusted Shut were much of a band, considering over the course of what couldn’t even arguably be called a “career&rdqu

The Elms sound like Big & Rich attempting John Fogerty. Distortion and excessive soloing seem to be included as a failed attempt to make up for pedestrian lyricism.

I’m gonna go ahead and say it: I didn’t side-by-side these remasters with the original releases. I didn’t see the point. Mainly because these are Jesus Lizard records, man.

With song titles like “Shut up and Ride,” you immediately know what you are in for with these Louisville speedsters.

In an age of ironic appreciation,

Backed by the No Neck Blues Band and members of Sunburned Hand of the Man, Charles Speer is making me regret I missed his Lisa’s performance not too long ago.

At first glance, Bloomington, Ind., trio Push-Pull are just another rush of punk silliness.

Lou Barlow has grown older with a grace few ’90s stalwarts have, and on Goodnight Unknown, he shows his knack for songwriting.

A typical Fool’s Gold song establishes a melodic figure and then tortures it for up to five minutes, creating a sound as dense and enormous as the 12-piece ensemble itself.

Let’s Go to Baba’s is the soaring second album from Chicago (by way of Louisville) collective Mittens on Strings.