Caribou (not the veteran Louisville cover band, but the nom de synth of Canadian Daniel Snaith) creates electronica just a shade too up-tempo to be called ambient, but too insular for the dan
I thought we were modern, sings Steve Rigot at the beginning of “Trick or Treat” by the Endtables, a perfect statement on life in Louisville circa 1979.
Canadian champions of atmosphere, The Besnard Lakes, deliver an infusion of ambient guitars, vocal harmonies and echo that is sure to tickle the brain’s pleasure centers.
Same tricks, new riffs. That’s satisfaction as far as I’m concerned when it comes to metal in general.
Kimbrough, in his new album, the title of which fittingly reminds me of the nauseating post-Beatles McCartney, has managed an Olympic feat.
Burning Star Core main man C.
If Bonnie “Prince” Billy met up with, say, Andrew Lloyd Weber or Diane Warren, then the universe might cease, in one of those “matter vs.
With their airy sound and fey demeanor, jj are often labeled as twee pop, but there’s nothing cutesy or precious about jj n° 3, their second nine-song, 27-minute platter in nine mon
You may have doubts about the merits of this album long before the bagpipes started the Mexican Hat Dance.
With all the talk of braying cattle, dungaree silk, Palominos and Pintos, you’d be surprised to discover that the hippie-folkie-cowboy singer-songwriter Bill Madison recorded his debut