Considering that Doves are masters of moody, mid-tempo Brit-rock, it’s hard to believe they were once an acid house band trafficking under the moniker Sub Sub.
Think early Outkast if they’d hailed from Louisville and made the attendant references and you’ll have some sense of Steven Johnson’s — aka Polio’s — sound.
Alanna Fugate’s new release, Imaginary Boats, harkens to an earlier folk tradition that many modern balladeers have forgotten, that of Joan Baez and early Dylan.
Mono are grandiose. It takes a certain stomach, a certain predisposition to go through as many moods as Mono evokes.
When you put on Dangerbird’s Doctor Legs & The Medicine Ball, the weather starts to get warmer, frosty bottles of beer appear, and guys with B.O.
My generation mostly remembers the Bee Gees as leisure-suit liaisons who regretfully legitimized disco with the “Saturday Night Fever” soundtrack.
If you thought power ballads were dead and gone, think again.
Wavves is the one-man project of distortion architect Nathan Williams, or as I call him, No Age Jr.
Los Bad Apples are a five-piece Latin hip-hop group from Austin, Texas. The Apples are fronted by singer Anita Benner and emcee Zeale.
For five decades, J.J.