A Lion Named Roar should rename themselves A Cat Named Meow.
If you passed a misspent youth staring wistfully into your bedroom mirror while playing an imaginary keyboard, this could well be the album to reignite your teen dreams and/or angst.
I can smell the moonshine coming off this collection. Country music scholar Charles K.
In the latest installment to Frog Eyes’ saga, the band wraps itself in a messy coat of noise and distortion, sometimes shaped and sometimes as unruly as a bear backed into a corner.
On their eponymous debut, Painted Hills revive the once-common but increasingly rare concept of rock band as singer/songwriter vehicle, as ex-Beachwood Sparks guitarist Josh Schwarz crafts ef
Alo and the Narcissist’s debut The Royal We is a less-than-regal effort, yet it experiments enough to win over a few fans of glam house.
Chicago’s Mittens on Strings follow last year’s Let’s Go to Baba’s with a quirky self-produced fiver.
From his Northampton, Mass., outpost, José Ayerve, singer, guitarist and ringleader of Spouse, is building a house, and the mortar is durable pop.
Rolling Stone declared Kaki King a guitar god, and Foo Fighters and Tegan & Sara have employed her brand of guitar-slapping and finger-picking to spruce up their albums.
Your Future Our Clutter seems like a self-indulgent vanity project that sometimes reaches to the absurd (note the extended warbly keyboard outro to “Cowboy George”).