Goodbye packs all the punch of a tear-stained “Dear John” letter.
Judging from their 12th full-length album, Oklahoma oddballs the Flaming Lips are through being quiet.
Another year, another British band christened the Next Big Thing by every conceivable publication in the UK.
This is utterly disposable, shamefully enjoyable, and transparently unoriginal music.
It’s to the music’s credit that 9th Ward sounds as far from an elegiac tribute as it does.
Into Paradise will appeal to those looking for an aural escape and aficionados of polished, proficient vocal performance.
When in doubt, hit the creative reset button.
Comfort of Strangers finds the incisive Orton paired with producer Jim O’Rourke to great effect.
The Gun Album is propulsive rock that’s stripped of pretensions.
The Agoraphobic Cowboy is more fun than chasing tumbleweeds.
Is there any better pairing of artist and material than Jack Johnson and Curious George?
Tales from Turnpike House is a modest triumpth.
The inescapable vibe of a smoky honky-tonk permeates Rabbit Fur Coat.
The Greatest feels like a late-night walk down the loneliest street in the world.
With little fanfare, the Broken Arrow-based Ester Drang has become one of the little-known gems of indie rock.
Morningwood is trashy, enjoyable, and utterly insignificant entertainment, but so is shotgunning a can of Pabst Blue Ribbon.
Despite losing some steam toward the finish, With Love and Squalor marks this threesome as a band worth watching.
Gone is the acerbic tension that marked the Strokes as forefathers of the East Coast rock resurgence.
Catching Tales pushes the polyglot approach of Twentysomething even further.
Working with their grandmother, Olga Sarantos, the Friedbergers fashion off-kilter vignettes from vivid memories of a life, viewed in nostalgic retrospect.