I love irony. At times it can take you by surprise, sometimes it makes you laugh, and other times it just leave you walking around with this look on your face like you’re trying to divide 238 by 14.7. In any case, it captures your attention and typically runs in the opposite direction of redundancy […]
If you found yourself rocking out to the television lately, I’m guessing you weren’t watching American Idol, but rather yet another iPod commercial, which seems be playing better tunes that what you find on your radio dial. It was the Caesars’ “Jerk It Out” that had you wondering, “Who sings this song? I must find […]
The 22-20’s clearly have the blues-lust of many of their white-boy UK predecessors, but tempered in this case with a dose of Detroit-style grit and at times the New York glam of the Velvet Underground. Which of course begs the question: why are the British bands so much better at evoking American sounds than Americans […]
Daniel Johns of Silverchair has a new band, so to speak. He has paired up with Paul Mac, who is known as one of the fathers of Australian electronic music. At least that is what I’m told; I am not familiar with the specifics of Australian electronic music. The two men met when Mac remixed […]
When the red is fighting the blue, when human rights and free speech are still being defended, as we the dollar sinks and the debt rises, as we’re all still pushing to keep our personal world running, the Chemical Brothers come to our rescue with our anthem for 2005. All we need to do is […]
Graham Coxon, formerly of Blur, is almost more fun by himself. Less Brit-Poppy and more garage-rocky, with sassy, sarcastic vocals and a ‘60s and ‘70s vibe, Happiness in Magazines is fun and shows off the development of a solo artist.
Ed Harcourt has produced a new album entitled Strangers, and I want to make love to it. I don’t mean I want it playing as I try to work my black magic on some unfortunate member of the opposite sex, I want to make love to the actual album. Perhaps I am being a little […]
Hey, bartender! I’ll have a vodka punk up with a splash of rock and a twist of blues, please. What’s that, you say? You’ve never heard of that one? Ah, well it’s called The Golden Republic, and it’s perfect for this debut full-length self-titled album from a four-piece in Kansas City, MO.
As I recover from my tryptophan haze, one thing I’m grateful for this year is that Norman Cook saw to it that his fanny got going on a new album. And he’s delivered. I felt like a kid at Christmas unwrapping Palookaville in great anticipation, just waiting for those first juicy chords to come through […]
There was a time in the ’80s when these television recording machines were changing family TV time and bringing porno into the private confines of love dens all over the country. The technology changed our pop culture world forever. But one won over another through a simple licensing deal. So what the hell does this […]
