Rock
“I always thought this would last six months,” confesses Melvins guitarist, singer, and songwriter Buzz Osborne. “You really can’t count on anything.”
Godspeed’s left-wing view was most clearly reflected at a merch table dominated by books on working-class resistance and anarchism, while the group’s dissonant post-rock embodied tension.
“Blood In the Tracks” delivers a minor miracle: a host of fresh looks at the most (over)written about musician of our age.
The band’s performance was stellar. Its setlist was on point: a bit of the new, a bit more of the early stuff, and a whole lot of “AM.” In America, in 2023, that’s just good fan service.
The truth is the Beatles wouldn’t have been the Beatles without Abbey Road, and Abbey Road wouldn’t have been Abbey Road without the Beatles.
There was no doubt guitarist Chuck Garvey was already up to the task, sealing the grit and heart necessary to return moe. to jam-bound heights.
Karina Rykman’s rookie recored, “Joyride,” delivers a beguiling blend of pop smarts and psychedelic proclivities.
Languid sameness dominated the Wang concert at times, though the acoustic strings and subtly submerged horns and percussion made the sonic scope of Sigur Rós’ music more delicate and human.
The album may be loose and jagged, but there are no half-baked moments because Andrew Bird’s ear for rhythm, and his impressive improvisational skill, are too inventive to ever be dull.
Arts Remembrance: Appreciating Robbie Robertson
Robbie Robertson was born and raised in Canada but he seemed to understand the American myth better than most of his southern neighbors did.
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