two sentence reviews of new albums i listened to in september

Two sentence reviews of new albums I listened to in August. Boom! The Horrible Crowes — Elsie: Brian Fallon is one of those musicians who I struggle to find fault with, primarily because his songwriting is so strong; he’s one of the best songwriters working today. This is the debut album from his acoustic-y, Rolling…

if you lived here, you’d be home now: suburban home records

Y’all know that one of the indie labels I write the most about is Suburban Home Records, another outlaw country-ish label out of Denver, Colorado. They’re home to my beloved Two Cow Garage, which is how I discovered them, and Virgil routinely puts out phenomenal albums that skirt, closely, the line between country and punk…

madi diaz @ local 506

Girl’s got a real set of pipes on her. Her new EP was out last week and it’s excellent. Full set here.

the head & the heart @ lincoln theatre

Seattle’s 6-piece the Head and the Heart slunk their way onto my radar last year, when praise for their luminous self-titled debut started to show up on the blogs I know and trust to recommend to me the best in new indie roots rock; I picked up their album, downloaded their Daytrotter, and fell head…

the meat puppets @ the cat’s cradle

A strangely apt pairing: like the Cradle, the Meat Puppets have been a rock and roll institution, in certain circles, since the ’80s … and like the Cradle, which recently completed a massive renovation, the Meat Puppets have been through more than one incarnation in those thirty years of music. Whereas the Cradle used to…

i haven’t finished a thing since i started my life i don’t feel much like starting now walking down lonely has worked like a charm i’m the only one i have to let down Took the week off after Hopscotch to recharge and sleep and recalibrate my brain, but I’ve got nine shows in the…

rock and roll matters

“Rock ‘n’ roll matters because it is the story of growing up. Arguably, rock ‘n’ roll is the reason American culture contains the myth of adolescence. In the fifties this allegory was acted out almost literally as rock’s emergence crucially split adolescents from their parents. Loving something your parents couldn’t understand was the first way…