Imagine, if you will, TV On The Radio on quaaludes. Or Channel Orange after smoking a particularly potent bag of dust. Or a Flaming Lips album slowed down and s...
One could almost call Dino Jr. prolific at this point. This, their third album in five years since reuniting, feels like much more of a collaborative effort rig...
At first blush this album sounds like Wolf Parade on a vacation in post-modern Bowieland. But primordial. So instead of "Suffragette City" you have "Shitty City...
I've always had trouble categorizing these guys. It's like indie rock Americana or emo-alt roots rock. And that's what makes them them, defying categorization a...
There’s no hiding the fact I’m in love with this album. Krug amps up his inner Bowie and takes the orchestral, triumphant glory of emotional showy music to a cr...
This album comes roaring out of the gates with “Spanish Gold, 2044,” one of my favorite songs of 2009, and must be a Mercer song based on its off-kilter approac...
Mixing in even more elements than their first album, Sunset Rubdown continues to be an experiment in progress, always morphing and coming up with intricate soun...
Look, it's a Destroyer album! Psyche. There's no mistaking Dan Bejar's voice, and this album starts off with him strongly behind the mic. Despite his singing, t...
