Potty Mouth features four ladies who call Northampton, Mass.,
home, which makes sense — the band’s full-length debut, last year’s Hell Bent,
sounds like it hails from the same place that spawned Dinosaur Jr.,
with noisy, interlocking guitars evoking a distinctly early-’90s vibe.
Has it really been nearly a quarter
century since Alice in Chains broke Seattle’s mainstream Grunge seal
with “Man in the Box”? A lot has changed since that bluesy, metalized
wail dominated Rock radio, the most obvious being the 2002 death of
singer Layne Staley, whose drug issues long hampered the band’s
Lincoln Rhyme is the best forensic detective in the
United States. He’s also the creation of best-selling author Jeffery
Deaver, whose first Rhyme novel, The Bone Collector, had the crafty detective investigating a serial killer who terrorized New York City.
Tegan and Sara’s seventh full-length, last year’s Heartthrob,
is a sleek, synth-driven affair rife with the twins’ interweaving
vocals and enough hooks to power a dozen less-accomplished albums. It
represents the culmination of an evolution that has seen the
raven-haired Canadians move from Lilith Fair-nurtured, Indie Folk
upstarts to masters of perpetually heartsick Pop Rock.
Joe Casey is agitated. The frontman and
chief word slinger for Detroit’s Protomartyr opens the quartet’s second
full-length record, the stellar Under Color of Official Right,
with this recurring statement: “There’s just a clack in the brain now.”