There’s something astoundingly familiar about Welles’ Red Trees and White Trashes. Like this delightful hybrid of Neutral Milk Hotel and Queens of the Stone Age, the kind of music found within is this truly great sonic journey that treks through Americana with a sort of fuzzed out folk complete with [...]
I’ve always thought that Greg Puciato had a beautiful voice. Yeah, I said it! While most gravitated towards his heavier works in Dillinger Escape Plan, I tended to latch onto the more melodic turns like “Black Bubblegum” or his more alternative turns in Killer Be Killed or Spylacopa. In other [...]
Currently in alphabetical order in my Itunes library, the latest from T-Tops leads right into Tad’s Inhaler and the flow is pretty seamless because the kind of Post-punk, fuzzed out noise rawk with a raving madman at the mic that T-Tops currently create is just the kind of magic that [...]
Who’da thunk that the guy responsible for sweet songs from Thomas and the Magic Railroad and The Big Bang Theory and lines like “Chickity China the Chinese chicken/You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin” that’ll forever be burned into the very being of every Gen X/Y something or [...]
Super American is one of those conundrums in a puzzle type bands where you think you’re getting one thing but what you’re really getting is another thing. And the “another thing” is the better thing overall. Confused? Let us explain.
There are desert island discs and there are desert island bands. The difference? Longevity. Sure, those albums are going to appease you for the rest of your unfortunate life on the island but the band itself? That’s the one that will really sustain you. Sure, sometimes they overlap but more [...]
