Woods, for me, has always been a go-to band, no matter the mood. They are astoundingly good.
Future Islands brings sincerity to new album
I’ve been acquainted with Future Islands for a little while now; we met through a mutual friend a little over a year ago and have spoke with each other on various occasions in passing.
Drowning with the Underwater Peoples
It took the soaring guitar of Alex Bleeker and the Freaks and their self-titled album to give me the balls (or the naiveté) to try to describe the kind of music that this label puts out.
Toro y Moi employs unique language in “Causes of This” album
Toro Y Moi, meaning “Bull and Me” in Spanish and French, respectively, is what cassettecouture.com describes as “chill-wave.”
Beach House once again comforts our souls
Musically, Beach House lounges in the world of comfortable correspondence: the tones of clasped hands, open mouths and bending bodies.
The Endless Bummer may or may not make music you enjoy
This review is completely absurd. You should know it’s absurd and completely unnecessary.
A tough break-up inspires Former Ghost
The emotional Holocaust of a break-up album like Former Ghost’s “Fleurs,” it’s probably best to keep yourself a few feet away from total identification with the despair on display.
Atlas Sound’s second album more upbeat than expected
Over the past couple of years, I have made countless irrelevant analogies, pretentious statements, contentious contradictions and flat out dick-moves. Not only that, but I’ve spent some years as a music director, columnist, on-air personality, public speaker and all-around attention whore.
Yacht’s new album appeals to any music fan
There is nothing inaccessible about Yacht’s new album entitled “See Mystery Lights.” It’s the kind of album I could show anybody and anybody would like it. In fact, I bet it’s on mtvU right now.
Lekman provides a soundtrack for real life, comes to SLO Saturday
A few months ago, I drove down Highway 1 through Big Sur in the early afternoon. The light blue sky unfolded out into the ocean as I hugged the turns in my Jetta blasting Jens Lekman’s dreamy “Night Falls Over Kortedala” through the open sunroof.
Album review: The “boy least likely to” makes unlikely return
Through their music, I interpreted a philosophy which I recognized as my own: The best way to express self-loathing is to dress it up in fuzzy animal ears and hope everyone will think it’s really cute.