When in doubt, lean towards letting the world in, advises Fontaines D.C.. It’s scary. In fact, you will probably be terrified most of the time. But do it anyway. With eyes open.
‘BCN left behind some big shoes, but they can be filled. And there are inspiring signs that the kids, not the grizzled veterans of last century, will do the filling.
Who wants timely now? I sure as hell don’t. I want an escape and a podcast dedicated to the Grateful Dead’s live career is easy to get blissfully lost in.
Nate Patrin’s magnificently written and wildly informative new book argues for the artistry of sampling, its potential for beauty.
Audiences knew (or at least thought they knew) something was up, and that something was what made these performers unique.
No one would classify the National as “arena rock,” but Matt Berninger and the group proved at Agganis that they’re quite capable of filling an arena and then putting on a show worthy of the space.
Fontaines D.C. are gonna be big, or at least as big as a real rock band can be these days. And they’re making it all look effortless.
Now more than ever, “the people,” of all ages, want Queen. How lucky we are that Lambert, May, and Taylor are willing and able to deliver.
In its efforts to cram so much information into so small a space, the narrative becomes unfocused.