Crack-Up takes contrasting musical ideas and textures and makes them functional, if not transcendent.
Lay a few James Brown records on that drummer and call me in the morning.
When I was little I used to listen to the Beach Boys and dream about moving to California.
Fleet Foxes find a way to consistently balance the added level of nuance with their natural inclinations toward epic songcraft.
I’ve been fairly immune to Gossip’s infectious dance-punk, but with her new solo EP, singer Beth Ditto has put me completely under her spell.
“Perfect Life” is Belong’s poppiest effort yet, but there’s no mistaking the dirty, clinging crunch of each instrument for the work of any other group.
I think it was Lester Bangs who said listening to Pink Floyd is like wrestling with shit.
With rare exceptions, Fleet Foxes’s lyrics suggest that they’ve been living in the backwoods watching animals.
Honestly, I’m not really sure how it’s possible that South by Southwest exists.