The album is dead. Long live the album. Increasingly, my listening habits tend to revolve around individual tracks, so I tried to adjust my year-end…
I’ve only had a year and some change to really immerse myself in the Bay Area music scene, and I’m still feeling my way around…
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,…