If you’re a jazz fan and haven’t heard of Gregory Porter, then do yourself a favor and check him out.
A Texas singer-songwriter with the name Justin Townes Earle is a like pop star being named John Lennon Beethoven Gaye or a scientist named Susan Curie Einstein-Newton.
Cloud-rap? Post-R&B? We still don’t have much of a lexicon to describe the latest wave of bedroom producers who push well-worn hip-hop tropes into more experimental, freeform territory.
In their eponymous first album, Toy Tiger bring a relentlessly delightful set of guitar-pop tunes perfect for car rides in the summer.
New Mother Nature make music that hits all the right beats for an indie band, especially one based in our fair city.
Joe Henry’s latest is both an extension of recurring themes and a return from whence he came.
It’s pretty ostentatious to name what, to my knowledge, is your debut album Greatest Hits Vol. 3&4.
At full-length number four, Young Widows show no sign of relenting.
The word “pretension” is one to avoid, but one I struggle with here; can I think of something as silly without coming off as pretentious myself?
Our capacity to imagine a perfect love, which escapes us in reality, forms the basis of much internal (as well as interpersonal) conflict.