Scott Pinkmountain (formerly Scott Rosenberg) apparently used to be a somewhat hot-shit Bay Area avant-garde composer/free jazz saxophonist, but then decided that by immersing himself in that music, he’d forgotten the importance of good...
To Write Love On Her Arms (TWLOHA) is a non-profit organization that talks to and raises money for young adults suffering from depression, thoughts of suicide, and self-injury.
There’s something to be said about a band when you listen to their record and you want to like them. Their songs may be solid, catchy, and well-played, but there’s still that lingering feeling of uncertainty on whether you actually like...
I See Beyond The Black Sun is one of those good news/bad news scenarios. The good news is that someone at the K Records office has been coming into some top notch micro dot acid. Unfortunately, that’s also the bad news, as it lead them to...
Chico Fellini’s publicists compared their new self-titled disc to the music of bands like PJ Harvey, the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, The Pixies, and David Bowie. Strange as it may sound, Chico Fellini somehow really could be a hybrid of those seemingly...
On first listen, I can already picture Stencil. They’re likely a bunch of dudes, each with progressively longer beards. A couple are wearing beanies, and the rest are wearing button up shirts, with the sleeves slightly rolled up — once...
It’s impossible for me to listen to Victorian Halls without drawing some conclusions between them and one of my favorite bands, Neon Blonde — a pretty much defunct side project comprised of former Blood Brothers members, Johnny Whitney...
Recently, I was listening to a Leftover Cuties track when my mother, who barely knows anything about modern music, commented that the track was reminiscent of music from “the past.” That blanket statement that might seem rather...
