Family is a mess in every sense of the term — sometimes endearing, often directionless, the band’s reach almost always exceeds their grasp.
One sure sign that the CD era is waning: the resurgence of 40-minute, nine-song indie LPs, a throwback to vinyl-era album sequencing. One sure sign that celebrating may be premature: the
This is not a proper album but not quite a mixtape.
The former Charlie Daniels guitarist sings about achingly personal themes, like an older man looking back on his life and seeing it with equal shades of regret and joy.
A typical Fool’s Gold song establishes a melodic figure and then tortures it for up to five minutes, creating a sound as dense and enormous as the 12-piece ensemble itself.
Grand Forks, N.D.-turned-Los Angeles singer/songwriter Tom Brosseau’s third full-length for FatCat, Posthumous Success (named for a chapter in an Albert Camus biogra
Enslaved Africans in early America invented the banjo, a combination of several indigenous African instruments.
Hill Country Revue is a must-own for even the most casual of blues lovers.
Let’s Go to Baba’s is the soaring second album from Chicago (by way of Louisville) collective Mittens on Strings.
On their second effort, we start to see these guys (and gal) hone their abilities.