When you haven’t released a new album in nineteen years [1], it’s a bold statement to open with a song called “Nothing New Under the Sun.” Amidst wobbly bass synths and brassy horns, the synthetic pop sounds of Thomas Dolby are familiar…
Image via Wikipedia Sometimes, I think I was born a generation or two too late–almost all of the music I love is from before I was born, let alone cognizant of music. If there’s one advantage to the modern era, it’s having…
It’s odd what childhood cultural touchstones we take for granted–and odder still when we learn about cultural differences and find out those odd little true commonalities. Case in point: I didn’t even know they had Lil’ Golden Books in New Zealand. The…
What do you get when an experimental installation artist records a rock album? Nothing. 1997’s Nothing is the first album by Martin Creed, and his rock power trio, Owada. It is also the last album by Martin Creed, and his rock power…
Image via Wikipedia It’s a story older than Rock ‘n’ Roll itself. A band makes their bones around a charismatic frontman. Maybe he writes the songs. Maybe he just sings them. In either case, he’s the face of the group, the one…
Maybe it’s me, but I don’t really understand what motivates a band with a sense of humor to stop making fun music. The Spudmonsters first album is loaded with amusing and fun numbers like “Garbage Day,” and “Repo Man.” Now, after over…
Cover of Full Circle [Vinyl] It’s a story older than Rock ‘n’ Roll itself. A band makes their bones around a charismatic frontman. Maybe he writes the songs. Maybe he just sings them. In either case, he’s the face of the group,…
Cover of Seven Days in Sammystown It’s a story older than Rock ‘n’ Roll itself. A band makes their bones around a charismatic frontman. Maybe he writes the songs. Maybe he just sings them. In either case, he’s the face of the…
It’s a story older than Rock ‘n’ Roll itself. A band makes their bones around a charismatic frontman. Maybe he writes the songs. Maybe he just sings them. In either case, he’s the face of the group, the one the people come…
It may be no coincidence that Yes’s prodigal guitarist Steve Howe bears an uncanny resemblance to The Crypt Keeper. After all, Yes is one of those bands that refuses to die. Every time it stops, someone manages to reanimate the corpse. Over…