Brett Milano
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.
One thing I’ve learned in years of being a Rush fan: Nobody ever changes their mind on this band.
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.
Though they took enough acid to qualify as a psychedelic band, the Blues Magoos always had a foot in the garage.
“The kids in Boston accepted us unconditionally, and we hung out with everyone out there—Barrence Whitfield, the Bristols, the Del Fuegos.”
For the diehards who crowded the Sinclair, the Church aren’t about hit singles and nostalgia; they’re about double-guitar dreamscapes and psychedelic visions.
Over a 90-minute set Mike & the Mechanics touched a number of bases, all of them comfortable and familiar: Rousing AOR rock, soft rock ballads, retro-soul, and just a slight touch of Genesis prog.
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