A band’s name doesn’t carry much weight with me. Too often the moniker has some odd genesis that has little to do with anything, giving no clue what one can
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As the frenetic pace of opening track “Defend Rosie” comes to a close, Static Jacks‘ lead singer Ian Devaney leans into the mic, and in a throaty charge yelps “I’ve
Review: The Duke Spirit, BruiserReview: The Duke Spirit, Bruiser
There’s a point in every band’s life when it has to decide its true purpose — is it out to inspire the masses to its message or is it limping
Review: Let The Poison Out, The BeetsReview: Let The Poison Out, The Beets
The Ramones’ lasting legacy is the belief it instilled that anyone can be in a band — musicianship be damned. Sure, the New York legends wrote some of the greatest
Review: M83, With Hurry Up, We’re DreamingReview: M83, With Hurry Up, We’re Dreaming
The French piss me off. With their wine and cheese, art and sauces, universal health care and fries (admit it, you didn’t like it when they were called Freedom fries),
Review: Kathryn Calder, Bright and VividReview: Kathryn Calder, Bright and Vivid
If we’re comparing pieces of pop culture, and who doesn’t like doing that, then The New Pornographers must be music’s answer to Saturday Night Live. Venerable outfits of talented performers,
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October 2011, 40 Watt, Athens, Ga. The power of a performer is what they accomplish when the spotlight is solely on them, away from fancy machines or other musicians to