The Imposter -Steve Nieve’s organ pumps right through this bedeviled soul sound put under another brilliant Costello lyric. The song ends with the two best lines on the album: “He’ll only bring you you souvenirs, it’s only going to end in tears”.
This months offering has absolutely left me wanting much more The lyrics are punchy, but this time its the insanely erotic musicianship that made the track a knee trembler.
Divine intervention is stuff a fluffy brained bible thumping country bumpkin multi-millionaire has NO CLUE ABOUT. Not only does this sound AWFUL,it is complete and utter dribble.
Michael McDonald, Ryan Adams and Childish Gambino audition, but the trick is that they have to sing three old NBC show theme songs, because of some budget restrictions.
beside her insane rages, her daily Xanax-Adderall-Sonata-Abilify-sugar-cigarettes diet, her missed suicides, her failed let’s-start-a-fire accidents, and her never-ending let’s-put-the blame-on-others-for-my-miserable-life, Love basically is responsible of the death of two family pets
The Apollo fostered the careers of Ella Fitzgerald, Billie Holiday, Stevie Wonder and Smokey Robinson. And now the greasy old geez from Jersey is going to smear up the stage.
The Tour doesn’t just start and end with The Happy Mondays though.. no it gets more painful to miss. The Stone Roses and Joy Division. From that news you can hear the collective tears of geezers such as myself who would die to be in attendance at this event
The video is just another good excuse to listen to the song again, before listening to the whole album, Port Of Morrow’, which should be released next month.
King dropped her guitar, picked up her banjo and got quite nice. Her good humor got the better of me and her self evident penultimate moment”Good to be A Man” was only beaten by her ultimate moment, a hip hop singalong song about having her pussy sucked.
Flea is central t to the band. RHCP’s sound begins and ends with the bass. Everybody builds around it. Every song, even the ballads rests with Flea.
The problem here isn’t the (over) singing which is great, especially Neap. Or the production which is pretty perfect especially the drums with an extra echo on the back flip. Or the sentiments, which are kinda funny, “act like a woman, think like a man”. It’s the song. Which sucks
vocal harmonies were definitely at the top of the sound, a priority they were playing with, making a lot of aaaah-aaaahs or oooh-ooohs as synchronized as their matching bowties
Lets see he was first arrested for child porn in 1999, then the dumbass wasnt smart enough to keep it on paper and got busted in 2005 for “committing obscene acts with children”. He got some jail time for it- poofed off to Vietnam.
Leonard is a bore, croaking about loving and croaking.
Craig is the property of Jesus who won’t stop thumping you with his Bible and his album is inconsistent. Lana is the definition of a shallow thinking dealing deeply with shallow subjects.
They’re one of the bands I love but that simply don’t stick in my iPod. Very good but never great enough. This song could well change that. The vocals are gorgeous, and the music is a calliope of twenty million rhythms.
Madonna is gross. Shes like a sinewy mess of smug. Proving that it’s only getting worse…
“I make a lot of coffee,” the musician told NY Magazine after the Sundance premiere of his concert documentary, “Shut Up and Play the Hits.”
There is something denigrating about the entire enterprise. If Beyonce is being immortalized in bronz now, what will they do for her when she is 60? Where is there left to go?
A longtime friend of Kim Gordon, Kelley was not only a visual artist but a musician, who even collaborated with Sonic Youth, and also the founding member of the Detroit punk band ‘Destroy All Monsters
The Hopeless Records heroes have some of the most intricate melody and lovely vocals for a ‘post punk / hardcore’ band. I wouldn’t consider them any of those genre’s though. The Wonder Years are quite simply quality rock and roll. I love their thought provoking lyrics that are delivered a bit more intelligently than most bands.
I stripped them away and decided their was only two types of pop music: Mainstream and alternative. Look at it this way, Calvin Harris is mainstream, Skrillex is alternative. Nickelback are mainstream, Fucked Up are alternative.
At least he can be happy to get his when he is still alive, as Lennon and Harrison received theirs more than 7 years after their death.
So, I took a look at the setlists they’ve been playing and the first thing I notice is, along with “Under The bridge” and “Scar Tissue” is… NO “This Is The Place”!!! Hey, no “Brendan’s Death Song” either. Actually, not that much from the newbie.
Listening to the charts is like watching Lifetime Movie Channel: it is all female empowerment and male bashing. Fine by me if the songs didn’t suck. Know what I’d like to set fire to? Just guess.
Tim claims this is his best album ever, begging an answer to the musical question, what is his second best like? A truly awful Luke Warm 100 -only Drake and Lamb Of God are must hears.
These guys can get too far out their even for my tastes, a rambunctious, beat heavy slam. And this is more of the same, but at least the drum triplicates are a nice hook and the words are chanted but not so harsh you want to run away and hide.
Dressed in jeans and a printed tee, Ed enjoined the stage with an emotionally bent opening number. Moving between two mics, one taping to a loop he (over) uses as back up to his sole accompaniment, an acoustic guitar
“Why does it have to be a woman’s mouth?” asked one, saying she would have accepted the urinals had they looked more like the Stones’ tongue logo—but the toilets don’t have tongues.
Gingrich has just lost Florida, and he should know that Rocky is a winner, not a pompous ass and Spanish-language-of-the ghetto hater.
Play “Electric Feel” by MGMT at the same time as “Le Disko” by Shiny Toy Guns and you’d get a song combination that sounds similar to Sleigh Bells’ new single “Comeback Kid”.
I’m gutted that we cannot play at my favourite festival. The show we played there in 2010 was one of the best I’ve ever done. Things are progressing well with the new record but I just don’t have the time to finish it AND prepare a new set for Coachella”
the questions ranged from personal advice for someone’s son (whom these people think Ringo is? Dr. Phil?) to complex, convoluted pseudo-philosophical ones, the kind of questions that never finish and were certainly longer than any possible answer Ringo could give.
For some reason these ‘drone’ bands gather up large masses of Walmart shoppers and get them plucked enough to get an applause and some hits. It could be a government plot- but no one is allowed to talk about it.
So you see it’s a matter of persisitance. Both he and I were kicked out with error for the Izod show yet we just kept trying. C’mon we cant stop scalpers, heck in some cases we need them but really lets not pretend its not obviously a blip on the screen.
saw quite a few offers to buy U2 albums legally. So McGuinness made his incendiary comment without checking.
Although I find Axl to be one of the most repulsive characters in music today there is no disputing that at one time, Guns and Roses were a pretty kick ass band. As with all things, time erodes.
Wasted Days – Cloud Nothings -I would give Steve Albini more credit for his production, if they hadn’t expanded sounded so good in concert. A very powerful, somewhat flawed album.
How Campbell managed to maintain his cheer, his demeanor, his happiness, in a situation that, simple age not being the only problem, but with his life drawing to a close, is a testament to music and to a certain power of faith and good will.
Anything that opens with a call to “wake up, wake up, wake up…” will either kill or it won’t. This one does and works its magic, love as a wake up call
Never before has a band been so aptly named. In business since the 1990s, they have a spritely power pop sound that exudes youthfulness and high spirits and fervor and this, from their first album in five years, has lost nothing. Eager and able to please, it is just terrific.
Nada Surf was doing an in-store performance at Amoeba on Monday, and they did it acoustically, with guitars and bass played by frontman Matthew Caws, Daniel Lorca and recent addition, Doug Gillard (whom Caws introduced as someone he has admired for a long time), as well as the light drumming of Ira Elliot, who was not even using a drum set.
Listening to it honestly made me just want to not review this mixtape at all, however I continued on because I wanted to hear what Black Cards had to offer with their takes on different songs.
With the “rock never sleeps” page, administered by myself, Helen Bach and Alyson Camus, we plan to put up 5 posts a day from the website as well as various news from other places as well as normal FB stuff, and breaking news
“We’re talking A Collection of Songs…(2 LPs), Oh Holy Fools (Son Ambulance lives!), Letting Off the Happiness, Every Day and Every Night, Fevers and Mirrors (2 LPs), and There Is No Beginning to the Story. The doubles are $23 (180-gram), the EPs are $13 and the LPs are $15 (180-gram).”
The band’s so much older; shouldn’t they be acting it? I hate to say it but they’re not the same old young group they were back in the Underdog Alma Mater days.
At $750? I don’t think so. .By the way I could have gone to see Mumford And Sons, Coldplay and, er, Jon Stewart, at Amnesty International’s “The Policeman’s Ball”. Thankfully, the $550 cost stopped me. I chose not to go.
But what? There will be no Jethro Tull, it will be Ian Anderson, flautest and leader of the iconic 70s band. Anderson who would get his beard in a bundle if you called him Jethro, has now decided its best he take over this one.
It is strange, but very human, for McCartney to have bent the truth with his co-writer not around to question him. “Yesterday” is a signature acheivement (incidentally, I can’t stand it), and even with all the accolades Macca has received, he still wants one he doesn’t deserve
When I die I want it to be just like Michael Fassbinder’s Paul in “Haywire”, Martial Arts Warrior Gina Carona strangles him to death between his thighs in Steve Soderburgh’s action movie.
Here’s what’s what. Tix for the Rolling Stones, D’Angelo and, if she comes back to town, Laura Marling.
