What would happen if you faced down an army of A-listers all mugging with the same game face?
In a dream-memory, in the surgery tent after Perryville, I take a long, bitter pull from the surgeon’s bottle and am given my belt as a champing bit.
Saul Williams’s 2006 book has now been set to music by composer Thomas Kessler and performed by the Arditti String Quartet, with vocals, of course, handled by the author.
Emil Svanagen performs your standard-issue indie pop. There’s something about Scandinavian musicians in general and Swedes in particular that makes them veritable geysers of this stuff.
Matt Ward is lining up to inherit T. Bone Burnett’s mantle as go-to man for folk-inflected alt sounds.
This four-disc set, the brainchild of archivist Art Rosenbaum, is a staggering collection of American roots music performed by amateur musicians in nonprofessional recording environments.
Some say drum machines have no soul. On most days, I am one of those people.
Unsigned singer/songwriter Eleni Mandell has crafted a surprisingly large body of work, an achievement notable enough in itself without discussing the merits of her latest, Artificial Fire.
Digby has largely and unfairly gone unnoticed outside the region. The band’s evocative sound recalls ’90s alt-rock with a concise, brooding precision I often long for.
Relic fast-forward that quintessential, old-time high lonesome sound into the present.