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.”
Sidewalk Chalk's just-released second album, Leaves, opens with a live clip in which frontdude/rapper Rico Sisney and frontlady/singer Maggie Vagle ask a crowd to shout out the Hip Hop crew's name on the count of three. It's a fitting intro, for this Chicago octet is, first and foremost, interested in interaction, about stirring minds and moving asses.
After years of playing in Cincinnati bands and touring with various bands as a sound man and guitar tech, Steve Schmoll decided to put his energy into the all-vinyl Northside record shop, Black Plastic.
Sidewalk Chalk’s just-released second album, Leaves, opens with a live clip in which frontdude/rapper Rico Sisney and frontlady/singer Maggie Vagle ask a crowd to shout the Hip Hop crew’s name on the count of three.
The cover for The War on Drugs’ latest album, Lost in the Dream,
finds frontman Adam Granduciel looking down pensively, his fuzzy,
mop-headed silhouette semi-obscured by light flowing through a window.
The gauzy image is the perfect encapsulation of the Philadelphia band’s
brand of melancholic Psych Pop, a sound at once familiar and tough to
entirely pin down.