Rock
So, after three original albums (plus a re-imagining of Joni Mitchell’s Blue) that fell short of wide acclaim, perhaps it was only a matter of time for them to think big.
With this album, post-rock sextet Caspian pulls off the tricky maneuver of infusing blood and emotions into carefully assembled and deliberately delivered songs.
Melody is one of the things that keeps a song from floundering, no matter how in-your-face its rhythm and chord structure might be, which is something a lot of spunky punk bands tend to forget. The Damned always kept that well in mind.
Neil Peart was a thinking man’s octopus behind a massive drum and percussion kit that he played with blazing speed and peerless precision.
Audiences knew (or at least thought they knew) something was up, and that something was what made these performers unique.
It may sound oxymoronic, but the Bosstones scream, shout, and agitate for common decency.
While Samantha Fish shines with her guitar work on the new album, she impressed more with her singing live.
Each concert offered all that the Tedeschi Trucks Band can do.
The Tedeschi Trucks Band is capping another remarkable year of transition and growth, some of it spurred by tragedy.
The Brit-born iteration of mind-expansion music — from Syd Barrett onward — favors clever wordplay and musical accessibility.
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