As Lady Lamb the Beekeeper, Aly Spaltro is currently
earning attention for raw, poignant tunes that glow with gusto — both as
wandering, relatively skeletal acoustic-rooted numbers and feisty,
forceful electric-propelled tunes. In either instance, she decorates her
songs with imagistic, compellingly detailed and often innocuous lyrics
about troubled relationships and scattered trepidations.
The Crown Jewels of Jazz Heritage Festival showcases local and national talent throughout the week at venues in Over-the-Rhine and Mount Adams. Plus, the Whispering Beard Folk Festival and Ohmstead 2013 return and the Uptown Music Festival debuts.
In a little less than two years, Ryan
Spencer and Adam Pressley have gone from a potential career disaster to
having one of the most acclaimed albums of the year in the form of Wormfood, their debut as Jamaican Queens.
Mardou is a young Cincinnati band that’s
made a name for itself as an energetic Post Punk quartet. Having played
their first show May of 2012, the members of Mardou have released their
debut offering of four songs, known as Cardigan EP.
Buddy Guy may be 77 now, but he doesn’t act
anywhere near his age. He’s energetic and passionate about Blues and is
doing more shows this year than many musicians half his age. Guy and
longtime friend B.B. King, though, are among the last of the major Blues
stars from the post-World War II wave of Blues artists still alive and
The life and music of Country music legend and Ohio native Cowboy Copas (who died in the same plane crash that killed Patsy Cline) is celebrated in Adams County this weekend. Plus, the full MidPoint Music Festival schedule/lineup is available now at MPMF.com.
Stephen Colbert makes the best of Daft Punk cancelling its appearance on his show (though Pitchfork only gives it a 2.4); Katy Perry's gold promotional semi-truck has somehow only been involved in one accident so far; and Chris Brown is still a douchebag.
Although it sounds like potentially the
worst show on the National Geographic channel, Diarrhea Planet is
actually the irrefutable evidence that Nashville, Tenn.’s music scene is
defined by much more than big hats and open mics at the Bluebird Cafe.
When Sonny Landreth plays guitar, for
himself or for someone else, the sound is a sonic fingerprint. And as
such, it’s a fairly easy exercise to pick out Landreth’s signature style
from someone who is merely emulating it.