This Saturday was Fishtown Shadfest, a celebration of live music, crafts, and umm, shad (as in the fish). Yours truly was on hand to snap some instagrams for Bands in the Back Yard -- head over there to check out the full gallery.
Baltimore's Lower Dens craft the type of music you can get lost in: think thick, dense, layered concoctions, teeming with moving synths and guitars. It's perfect music for rainy days or hungover mornings (at least I imagine) and when front woman Jana Hunter lets loose a languid croon, it's impossible not to feel chills.
On sophomore record Nootropics, chills are aplenty, as the band explores transhumanism, and other deep topics, through sound. Check out my full review at Phrequency.com, along with the hypnotic video for "Brains," and learn how you can stream Nootropics for free right now.
He is, without a doubt,one of the most prolific and recognizable singers of the past 20 years -- his high-pitched snarl and pasty complexion as much a symbol of American rock as Cobain's shaggy-haired disaffection or the Boss's wide-legged stance + swagger.
And yet, it's only now -- more than a decade after the first White Stripes record -- that musical madman Jack White has unleashed on the world a record that is solely his own -- with no outside influences or collaborators.
That record is called Blunderbuss and it sees White tackling a variety of styles -- from old skool garage rockers to windswept blues and quiet, strummed confessionals. Check out my full review over at Phrequency, along with the demonic vid for early single "Sixteen Saltines" -- and learn how you can stream Blunderbuss for free right now.
A few weeks back, I introduced you to "Huge Magic," the strangely addictive new single from Virginia weirdos The Bastards of Fate. Since then I've had the chance to check out their full length, Who's a Fuzzy Buddy -- which overwhelmed me with its awesomeness so much so that I decided it needed a post of its own.
The Bastards of Murder?
It's hard to describe a record so different from everything else, but I will try: think broken radio, flipping between stations with abandon, sprinkled with whimsy, and dipped in carnivalesque splendor. For fans of Man Man, The Magnetic Fields, OTC and Ariel Pink. Check out my full review over at Phrequency.com, and get ready to get weird.
It debuted on my radio show last Monday -- but I liked it so much I decided to blog about it too (O yeah.) I'm talking about "The Bus Argument," the delightfully quirky new track from West Coast experimental artist (and apparently: wine maker) Mark Adams.
With a funky beat, spring-y electronic flourishes, brass blatts, and talk-y lyrics that rhyme Charles Bukowski with "The Big Lebowski" -- this lil baby will have you grooving and smirking to yourself at the same time. Talking Heads fans take note!
"The Bus Argument" appears on the record Panjanatan, out June 9.