I don’t know about you, but for me, 2011 was not a year of discovery. Most of the songs that bubbled their way to the…
You didn’t think I was doing this blog just for yucks, did you? No, I’m in it for the bucks. Ideally, this is a showcase…
Over some banging, reckless beats, Illtone describes the world’s biggest asshole tearing a path of destruction through a party, ranging from the inconsiderate (failing to flush the toilet) to the felonious (stealing the host’s DVDs).
When my own band was trying to come up with a name, I started keeping a list of odd word combinations that I’d read somewhere or that had come up in conversation. Most of them were so ridiculous that I never even considered presenting them to my bandmates. I saved them only for my own amusement. And now I present them here for your amusement.
You’re a music fan in the East Bay. All you need to know is who you can see play this weekend and where to see…
These are the posts where I gush about some song that I’ve got a huge crush on at the moment, and you put up with…
In a category usually dominated by schmaltzy duets, it’s a pleasure to see a stompin’, southern gothic, traditionalist shit-kicker like “Barton Hollow” nominated.
Perhaps no band’s lyrics better lend themselves to pseudo-academic analysis than those of The Decemberists. The Annotated Decemberists is an attempt to puzzle through the Portland, Oregon,…
The tune concludes with Stipe and Mike Mills harmonizing as they repeat, “Is this really what you want?”—preemptively raising the question on every R.E.M. fan’s mind. The only answer is a Bachrach-worthy horn arrangement that replies: “Yes. And it’s OK. It’s time to move on.”
The sixth and final entry from The Decemberists’ debut EP, Five Songs. Yes, you read that right. There are six songs on Five Songs.