If my family should ever disown me and
I’m forced to find a new one, I would start by begging Loudon Wainwright
III to adopt me. Talent seems to spew from his every orifice and I want
a piece of it. He already gave his envy-worthy genes to three
incredibly talented musicians — Rufus and Martha Wainwright and Lucy
Wainwright Roche. Roche, in my estimate, got the lion’s share of that
Brian Wilson is asked his opinion on Punk, asks what the hell that even is; Frances Bean Cobain's musical tastes make headlines; and some major labels are reportedly considering putting the kibosh on bonus music clips for artists appearing on talk shows.
Chuck Prophet is making some of the best music of his
career. Jangly, unique and rocking, Prophet’s jams should be reaching a
bigger audience. But fickleness and modern tastes don’t always coincide
with true creativity that may be lying in the grass like a snake.
Prolific singer/songwriter Mark Utley has released a single album’s worth of songs. And that’s all.Bulletville, Utley’s excellent
sophomore solo album, is not a double-set on a single CD or accompanied
by a new release from his band Magnolia Mountain or another musical
vessel for the songs that pour endlessly from his head, heart and hands.
The first Zines, Screens & Screams Fest, a celebration of DIY music and culture, comes to Main Street in Over-the-Rhine this Friday and Saturday. Plus, local Alt Pop Rock band Hot for Alice celebrates its debut album release, Sirens, and The Warsaw Falcons are back and playing this weekend with longtime friends The Tigerlilies and JetLab.
While there is now a genre of music
officially called Americana — a category that can either be
characterized as full of diverse artists who aren’t afraid of mixing
Roots music in with their sound or as a way to promote and market
artists who can’t get on Country radio — there is still an unfortunate
desire to drag artists like Liz Longley into the Country music miasma.
You could glean a great deal about
singer/songwriter Drew Holcomb and his wife/bandmate/occasional
co-writer Ellie from the fact that they named their first child Emmylou.
The Holcombs’ daughter arrived almost simultaneously with Drew Holcomb
& The Neighbors’ 2013 album Good Light, a set that was
ecstatically received by the band’s zealous fan base and positively
reviewed by an increasingly jaded coterie of music critics.
Colleen Green’s third full-length (and first album recorded in an actual recording studio) is titled I Want to Grow Up, which is no coincidence. Well, that is if you equate a glossier sound and trying to kick coffee and weed as growing up.
Very few bands have successfully
incorporated as many genres and directions into their groovy,
improvisation-heavy Jam Band presentation as Lotus. For the past 16
years, the Philadelphia-based quintet has carved out a niche within the
admittedly open and accepting Jam community with a fascinating
combination of late ’90s Pop Rock, gadgety Electronica, noodly Fusion,
raise-the-roof Funk, reflective Chillwave and positive Hip Hop.
The new superstar-backed streaming service Tidal is unveiled to a largely skeptical public, rapper and Academy Award winner Common gets axed from college commencement speech over 15-year-old song and Obama-basher Ted Nugent calls Al Sharpton a "racist mongrel" to get attention.
In the years between 2002's High on the Hog and 2008's Tales from a Road King, Greater Cincinnati Country artist Dallas Moore and his band toured relentlessly with a boundless appetite for the road and its greater and lesser sins. Since Road King, he’s put out several releases, including his latest album of powerful originals, DarkHorse Rider.
Cincinnati Indie Rock trio Old City celebrates the release of The Sun is My Light, the "Tunes & Blooms" concert series returns to the Cincinnati Zoo, the 80's Pop Rocks benefit celebrates ’80s music and raises funds for charity, Brian Newman returns from NYC for a rare local show, Jazz pianist debuts Chris Comer Space Dub Sextet and Walk the Moon plays sold out show at Bogart's.
If it’s possible to get drunk on sound
alone, The Whiskey Charmers’ intoxicating self-titled debut album will
do it. And it’s utterly unfathomable for me to comprehend how something
that sounds like a soundtrack to a spaghetti western’s most sexy boudoir
scene could possibly come from Detroit. And yet …