It’s been an eventful and tumultuous
eight years since Nikki Kvarnes, Jessi Wariner and Kelley Anderson met
at the Southern Girls Rock & Roll Camp in Tennessee and channeled
their mutual love of American music, both traditional and
unconventional, into the acclaimed Garageabilly twangfest of Those
Coming at us from Brooklyn, N.Y., The
Lone Bellow — whose name couldn’t suit them any better — is made up of a
trio of beautiful souls. Their harmonies are tight and soul-stirring,
but at just the right moments, it’s lead singer Zach Williams’ Georgian
drawl that cries out louder than the rest.
Distant Correspondent has been described
as “wintery,” “moody,” and “Joy Division if Ian Curtis had been on
antidepressants,” all of which are appropriately applicable to the
band’s darkly cinematic ‘70s-to-now soundscapes.
Pinning down the Bright Light Social Hour’s sound is like describing the
contents of a blender on puree. The
group evokes the spirit of the ’70s with shards of Southern Garage Rock,
Psychedelic Soul, electric R&B/Funk, Indie Pop and thunderously
elemental Hard Rock, represented by acid-washed church and Farfisa
organ, searing slide guitar and chunky riffage, all in the service of songs that are
compellingly contemporary and utterly appealing.
People about to change the world rarely
look like people about to change the world. Take Gold Shoes — central
casting didn’t assemble a new millennium Monkees to storm the music
world with calculated precision. Gold Shoes is comprised of oddly yet
perfectly meshed parts.
Hold onto your seats, Cloud Nothings fans, as we're about
to exclusively break a new and crucial piece of info about the
Cleveland band's second record. While discussing the development of Attack on Memory, Nothings leader Dylan Baldi reveals a curious detail: “Steve Albini bought us kazoos that we used on the second song.” Take a second to visualize a misanthropic musician/producer best known (as an artist) for writing a record called Songs About Fucking exchanging American currency for kazoos.
When it comes to Alt/Indie
Rock, new bands appear on the radar almost daily. What has kept Young
the Giant on the tips of everyone’s tongues is its ability to be more.
The band channels its California home with a sound that is summery and
playful, while its anthemic guitar sounds and danceable beats have a
strange tendency to make you long for the beach. In a word: fun.
Thumping Hip Hop bass isn’t just for annoying your
neighbors anymore. Thanks to science, it’s now become a useful tool in
the medical field. AllHipHop.com reported that researchers at Purdue
University created “a new miniature medical sensor” implanted in the
body that gets power from low-end bass sounds (kinda like Luther