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Not only a drummer, Burke was the heartbeat of Blondie and will live on through their music for years to come.
Rae’s control over her breathy coos mean that she can sound sad and sexy and elated all at once: all the feelings pop music should make you feel.
Last Wednesday night, I had the opportunity to interview both Hanlon and Ben in anticipation of their set at WECB’s Spring Showcase on April 16th. We discussed everything from new releases to our favorite kinds of slugs!
Blossoming into each new project, Sullivan continues to explore each new frontier he creates. A real and true homegrown success story, each Field Medic song unrolls itself and zips itself back up with a smile.
Sometimes, you don’t need to forget; remember what once was and move on. Djo is a firm believer in this statement.
BCNR is no longer scared of a world where they’re needed; instead, they’ve found comfort in a fear they believe in.
The two songs echo the pop, trip-hop, and heavier electronic essence of their sophomore album, Submarine, while introducing new synth sounds and chord elements.
The EP is energetic whilst introspective, delicate while assertive, and hopeful while realistic.
With great force, flying out of the cavernous maze of a bruised mind, Jane Remover returns with a malformed heart and ferocious gaze.
“[Scott Weiland] isn’t the easiest guy to emulate,” he says. “So I gotta imagine what he would be doing at this age. I’m not taking my shirt off, I’m not dying my hair orange.”
You're reading the wrong article if you’re looking for a story about a young boy who picks up an instrument and becomes a prodigy.
Now is the time to emit a powerful message, crystalline in presentation, though unapologetically mad and emotional in its aftermath. The devil has returned to remind the public of its devastation and brilliance: This is YHWH Nailgun.
I feel a deep, personal connection to this project as I have also been a twin for twenty years. While me being born was less influential on the evolution of psychedelic music, there’s still time.
Here, Aoba has managed to transcend the starkness of her previous work and transmit something much more primal, creating music that exists somewhere between the stratosphere and the pummeling ocean waves.
“Delete Ya” singles out that broken piece, calling out to anyone who has uttered the sentence: “I wish we never met.”
Every time I listen to her ballads, my heart swells with emotion. Her lyrics are poetry and the honesty in her tone elevates every word.
People Watching is an album of painfully average losers, addicts, and widows, and even if that focus occasionally constricts, it never becomes preachy.
For the next hour, whether I live, die, begin convulsing, or get stricken down by electrical shock, I will wade through the waters of stupidity and select ten songs that comprise the “soundtrack of my life.”