Like almost everyone else who first came across this band, I thought they were called “Inks.” To be fair, though, my seventh grade brain hadn’t fully formed when I saw...
The man is like the Chris Farley of rap. On second thought he's more like the John Belushi of rap. And it's not just because the man loves Italian sandwiches (l...
Yet another shift for these guys seemed inevitable after the general malaise of "Plans." If they got any more comfortable we might have had to book them a room ...
It's hard for me to figure out exactly when Death Cab achieved old guy indie hipster status. Call it adult contemporary hip (like their brethren The Decemberist...
Another CD handed down from the shitstack gods. I seem to recall at least two of these tracks being mild alt radio hits, but I think it's track one and two. Tha...
Man, I have no idea where this one came from--although I wish it would go back. Baby Chaos? That has to be one of the worst names for a band I've ever heard--al...
I remember the first time I heard The Streets. I was standing waiting to meet with someone at the record company I worked at and one of the assistants starting ...
Gnarls Barkley is one of those side projects that on first listen sounds new and fresh and groundbreaking and different (but at the same time familiar) and all ...
This thing got so damaged in college, that I've been unable to play it or rip it to my iPod. I must have played "Big Empty" at least one million times before th...
The minute the first chord burst forth on "Dead and Bloated," we knew we were in the height of grunge glory. Pumping this in a nasty fraternity room strewn with...
What would they do as a follow-up? Popular indie bands moving to major labels after whoring themselves out on every teeny-bopper TV show on earth, and almost be...
What a title! Yes, it is STP's fourth album. I skipped that Tiny Music thing (I think that's the album they went disco or lounge or something). Now they've turn...
Oh boy, I know I'm gonna get crap for this one. Making sense of Tori Amos' little piano-side diatribes is like trying to figure out why Pynchon feels the need t...
The fist thing I noticed about this album is the production quality--it doesn't sound like it was recorded in a closet for $25. Must be them Sony dollars at wor...
I actually had a crappy advance tape version of this album before buying the CD used from Moby Disc. *Name drop alert* Brett Gurewitz was my friend's sorta brot...
