International success has an odd way of distinguishing itself. An artist could be recognized on the streets of their native country by virtually every
First of all, I will reluctantly admit that the above photo is not from the newest “Fruit of the Loom” commercial. As enjoyable as
Maybe I should find myself a wife. Perhaps she would be able to spark my musical talent and transform my lyrical ability into an
There were never too many bands who took their names literally. The Smashing Pumpkins never smashed pumpkins, Super Furry Animals were merely men, and
When a band has the confidence to call one of their songs “Sick Hipster Nursed by Suicide Girl”, they do not leave much room
While their brooding name would sound most appropriate in September, the brightest moments that are derived from Switzerland’s Summer Went Too Soon sounds suitably
My latest review takes a look at the talented B.C. Camplight’s second album, Blink of a Nihilist. The Philadelphia native conquers his own personal
When Britain’s most infamous tabloid newspaper, The Sun, published a few months ago that Paul Weller and Graham Coxon were in the studio working
Whenever I receive a copy of an album from a different country than my own (USA), it is always met with enthusiasm and buoyancy.
For fans of Becky Stark’s self-produced modern operetta, “Bird Songs of the Bauharoque”, it hardly came as a surprise when she hit it big
