rock nyc

Play The Guitar – B.o.B. feat Andre 3000 – Electric guitar is like the great black art form ceded to Lenny Kravitz and (with better results) Gary Clark. This is a great rap by B.0.B with two duelling, not guitars, but samples, and a slightly underused Andre.

Everything is too big and doesn’t fit quite right. They’re the youngest son in “Seven Brides For Seven Brothers”. But there is nothing else, they’re the only game in time which means ANYBODY hungry for new music is stuck at least lstening to at least one song off this dreadful, dreadful album.

Now that Buble and Bieber have hit the road let’s see what’s left and, woaaaaaah, Florence is back! And Black Keys!!! The revenge of the middle class middlebrow rockers.

lamest top ten since I’ve started monitoroing it for this column. It is is simply too stagnant, and needs to be shaken up and freed up. Worst of all is that new Adele song. The absolute pits.

Roxy Music owed nothing at all to the new romantics. They owed their synths to Eno, they owned their doomed romanticism to Ferry and always had, and any soul rhythms they used, they distorted to their own ends, not Al Greens. So why does this sound like Visage?

my sense was Fogerty was fucked by the record companies and the rest of the band didn’t support him. Perhaps there was more to the split then just that. Perhaps Fogerty was the deeper root reason

When the music industry turns off its lights for three weeks, what is a new music column to do? Er, struggle. It is bizarre that there has been nothing more than a handful of singles released since December 19th

Remember when folks wrote love songs like this? And listening to the lyric so many years later, I still don’t know what he is going on about but it sure feels deep and catchy. Plus, I’ve since used “she’s alright with me” as an ultimate compliment.

This is pure Hollywood fantasy and it leaves no one unsullied in its humorless dross.Are women really so full of self-loathing, they seem themselves in this needy trash? The question with a movie like this is: whose fantasy is it any way?

“I don’t mind living on my own’ is a good as a call for post-college freedom from 20 something yob brother Gallaghers. The sorry is almost placating here, it seems edged into a tremulous forever present. So I guess it is sad because time took that now away from then.

listening to Spotify Staff’s best of 2011 reveals that they are male, middle class recent college grads. There taste runs to marijuana, maybe even heroin, but definitely nothing speedy. And that they are addicted to melodic alt-rock with the accent on folk not rock.