Rock
Aging punk bands usually seem obliged to prove that their anger is still blazing. Since the Rezillos were never angry in the first place, they don’t have that problem.
This troupe from North Carolina has managed to hit all the right prog-rock targets with music that has sweep, depth, and texture while avoiding pretension.
This was probably the loudest, rockingest Brian Wilson show I’ve ever seen.
One thing I’ve learned in years of being a Rush fan: Nobody ever changes their mind on this band.
Bryan McPherson has come a long way from writing songs in the room next to mine in North Cambridge and then busking at Porter and Harvard Squares.
He came up with one of those transcendent Richard Thompson moments, one to match anything I’ve seen onstage this year.
With most of his contemporaries doing reunion tours or playing decades-old albums, Paul Weller is one of the few claiming his right to be a still-evolving artist.
The sound was often so inviting that it seemed Wire were easing comfortably into middle age.
Palma Violets’ bruising performance Tuesday secured their place as one of the best live acts in the world.
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