You know who there aren’t enough of in America? Guys like Paul Thorn. Thorn plays a loud version of Americana, a bluesy, Southern Rock. His
lyrics often illustrate stories about rough lives, hard times and rowdy
women, making him a sort of funkier Johnny Cash.
Once upon a time in a loft in Williamsburg, Brooklyn,
Emily Haines and James Shaw made New Wave music together. They performed
around New York City calling themselves Metric and trying to scrape up
enough money to pay rent and buy food.
You know what I like? Pop music. Some of you may be judging me right now and, for that, I’m judging you in return. There is absolutely no legitimate reason to dislike Pop.
Of course, I get it. Most Pop music isn’t the well-written, deeper-than-the-ocean type stuff, but rather easy to understand and anchored by a catchy hook. There’s nothing wrong with that, though. Music isn’t...
A legend is coming to Cincinnati. Will you be there? Bob Dylan, who turned 71 earlier this year, has been selling records and playing gigs since before the vast majority of CityBeat’s demographic was even born.
To a certain extent, once you dive into each
musical genre or subgenre, all bands start to sound alike. That goes for
Australia’s Indie/Pop/Alternative group The Temper Trap, too. But just because everything “new” has already been discovered doesn’t mean that something old/overplayed can’t be enjoyable, right? The
Temper Trap is definitely enjoyable. Plus, the band has the bonus
secret weapon of lead singer Dougie Mandagi’s voice, which is quite
Meth, liquor, hitchhiking, cheating and, of course,
angels are just a few of the topics about which Old Crow Medicine Show
enjoys singing. It sounds like a bad play on the topics of Country
music, but it works for them — especially when you add in the banjo and
that big ol’ bass.
I’ve been to more festivals than I care to recall, but they mostly pale in comparison to Bunbury’s inaugural weekend. The planners of the three-day Cincinnati festival scored awesome bands for a first-year festival and the location couldn’t have been more spectacular, stretching from Sawyer Point to Yeatman's Cove along the riverfront.
Bonnaroo sucks because there are hardly any trees...