Walter Sickert and the Army of Broken Toys specializes in modern psychedelic rock stripped of the jam-band baggage.
I was curious to see how the Boston Marathon bombing and subsequent events would filter into the fest. It began with my Facebook newsfeed displaying “Going to Worcester to blow off steam”-type messages.
The emotional peak of the entire night was Bob Dylan’s gently understated performance of “What Good Am I?” from 1989’s Oh Mercy.
It is April in New England and for local music that means one thing, it’s time to RUMBLE!.
Is it country? Is it rock? When it’s good, is there really a difference?
Employing every trick of digital capability to astound and amaze eventually becomes little more than hocus-pocus.
The music has no soul. Alt-J isn’t “the new Radiohead.” They’re “the new Emerson, Lake, and Palmer.”
It’s March in Boston and that means lots of tourists and college kids wearing green things and claiming to be Irish. Take them by the hand and lead them to one of the following musical offerings around the city this month.
Peter Hook’s memoir contains no earthshattering revelations, but it does offer a new way (or at least another way) of thinking about the four young men who made up Joy Division.
While The Vaccines Come of Age is a very good album, I can’t listen to it without thinking that maybe the band grew up a little too fast.