Zenyatta Mondatta is a transitional album in many respects, it being not only the symmetrical midpoint of the discography but also the median overlap between the early guitar-heavy, more collaborative...
Outlandos d’Amour is deceptive at first blush. The listener is initially assaulted in the debut album’s leadoff track–“Next to You”–by an uptempo barrage of rapid-fire Copeland...
They were the most unlikely of pop groups; three ambitious mercenaries of disparate ages and origins, each individual desiring complete control as a cardinal sun sign...
You’ve just downloaded an album of live recordings by arguably the most renowned band of the ’70s. An ominous F# drone swirls through the first few...
There’s something off about Taylor Swift…isn’t there? Despite possessing the statuesque––and ergo the most expedient––corporeal proportions to satisfy the modern music industry’s criteria for success, and...
YouTube is done. All the damn ads have killed it. They have for me, anyway. There goes my journalistic credibility as well. If you’ve ever been...
Remember me, but oh, forget my fate. ––Henry Purcell, “Dido’s Lament” When Jeff Buckley drowned in the Wolf River tributary of the Mississippi on May 29,...
For the longest time (hell, maybe they still do), Japanese authorities enforced strict regulations at domestic concerts featuring touring rock bands; the audiences were only allowed...
No, his mind is not for rent To any god or government Always hopeful, yet discontent He knows changes aren’t permanent But change is ––Neil Peart,...
