Quirky, futuristic, reckless — all of these qualities fall in second place to one: vital.
Brent Starkey and his revolving cast of members in Cherub Scourge, which included late drummer Tony Bailey and bassist Rankin Mapother, were pop-punk when pop-punk meant more than just visiting Hot
Of all the hair-brained ideas: Manning wants this record to sound like summertime in Kentucky. So he and engineer Kevin Ratterman pack up some gear and head under the bridge at Tyler Park.
Did you know Carrie Neumayer can scream? Not some like-omg-I-just-went-to-the-mall-bought-a-new-top-and-it’s-sooooo-fab scream.
We owe a big debt to Ed Lutz and Michael Jarboe: the two men behind this series of tape compilations that are now or at least should be collectors items.
Technically, Scott Ritcher’s voice is awful.
Once “Shiner” and “Tooth Fairy Retribution Manifesto” started popping up on locally released compilations and singles, it became clear that Jason Noble, Jeff Mueller, Tara J
As much praise as the world piles on Slint, Speed deserves equal time. Where to begin?
The opening track, “My Penis in Sleep Mode,” kicks off like a glitch remix of a herd of elephants barreling down a plastic tube.
As hoarders of junk electronics, thrift store keyboards and a variety of circuit-bent thingamajigs, it makes sense that each successive Holy Fuck record gets better and better — each ti