When I tally up my most-played artists of the last year, the vast majority of my Top 10 is basically indistinguishable from my Top 10 most-payed artists from 20 years ago. Is it my fault they insist on still putting out strong, fresh material?
A lot of people were talking about building walls in 2017, but the musicians I was listening to that year were all about breaking down barriers: deconstructing genres, combining genres, giving new life to tired genres, imbuing old songs with new meaning and, in some cases, directly questioning those who would divide us.
Even the shittiest of years can produce moments of musical transcendence. The tumult of 1968 gave us Johnny Cash at Folsom Prison, Sweetheart of the…
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 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…
And what does The New Britton Sound sound like? Well, there’s a lot of banjo, which is a fantastic development as far as I’m concerned.