Extra Golden -- Ok-Oyot System
Cross-continental jam band Extra Golden delivers serene soundscapes. read more
Pete Yorn
Tonight, Pete Yorn is playing to a packed house at the Mercury Lounge... read more
Peter Walker
What a difference a live show can make. read more
Indigo Girls -- Despite Our Differences
New Indigo Girls album delivers solid results with their well-tested and familiar folk-rock formula read more
Cat Power
Newly sober Chan Marshall gets goofy with the Memphis Rhythm Band. read more
Austin City Limits
It's easy to complain about the weather conditions during the Austin City Limits Festival. read more
Califone
Califone tears another audio hole in the space/time continuum with its fourth full-length, emerging with the band’s best collage of cross-bred eras yet. Acoustic Delta blues (“Sunday Noises,” “Rose Petal Ear”), back-porch Appalachia (“Burned By the Christians”), folk-pop (“The Orchids”) and syncopated funk (“Pink & Sour”) marinate in futuristic sounds, like Mississippi John Hurt, Neil Young and Curtis Mayfield transported through Four Tet’s chop shop. Brian Deck’s production envelops Tim Rutili’s vocals and elliptical narratives in nuance—check the layered murk and tribal beats that birth the chrome-plated rock beast “Black Metal Valentine.” Throughout, melodies bloom from flickering shadows, state... read more
Amos Lee
Although singer/songwriter Amos Lee often comes across as apologetic with his nearly whispered vocals, his newest effort, Supply and Demand, finds him sounding much more self-assured, and the lyrics to the disc’s opener, “Shout Out Loud,” are every bit as affirming as a fist-pumping arena-rock tune, with Lee even breaking out of his normally hushed singing on several tracks. Sure, this onetime schoolteacher still exhibits moments of repentant introversion—such as the aching, done-me-wrong ballad “Careless”—but his incorporation of gospel, soul and blues elements into his stripped-down folk music, as well as his newfound optimism, make Supply and Demand a... read more
The Damnwells
On their second full-length, Brooklyn quartet The Damnwells graduate from “lightly likable” to “the far side of paradise” (to borrow film critic Andrew Sarris’ categories). Air Stereo eschews the commonplace Replacements moves of 2004’s Bastards of the Beat in favor of a diverse, sharply conceived and executed song cycle in which the Alex Dezen-led band makes all the right moves, from expanding its sound with judiciously employed strings (“Graceless”), horns (“Kung Fu Grip Kiss”) and female backing vocals (“Golden Days”) to enlisting gifted knob-twiddler Jim Scott (Wilco, Matthew Sweet), who delivers a crystalline mix. The album concludes with the assaultive... read more
Chris Thile
Best known as one-third of Nickel Creek, Chris Thile is a mandolin prodigy who recorded his first album when he was only 13 years old. On How to Grow a Woman from the Ground, Thile moves with unsurprising confidence from bluegrass to jazz to classical arrangements, but he shows much less mastery over his pop compositions. “Stay Away” showcases a startlingly graceful melody, but his cover of The White Stripes’ “Dead Leaves and the Dirty Ground” comes off as mere novelty, the title track sounds too abstract and aimless, and—the name says it all—“You’re an Angel, and I’m Gonna Cry”... read more
DJ Shadow
Before the exuberant slapdash eclecticism of Gorillaz or the madcap rhythmic musicality of Gnarls Barkley, there was DJ Shadow, an undersung bridger of worlds whose pioneering vision has yet to yield the deserved commercial bounty. Part of the curse of being a first mover is that it’s often hard to catch up to yourself. Indeed, the shadow of this particular DJ’s early work looms large on The Outsider. In contrast to the genius iconoclasm of Entroducing or the elegant, moody melodicism of Shadow’s last masterpiece The Private Press, his work here seems scattered and gimmicky, even despite a few moments... read more
William Elliott Whitmore
William Elliott Whitmore is a 28-year-old punk who cradles his banjo and acoustic guitar in tattoo-scrawled arms. But if you didn’t know better, you’d think his voice belonged to some gritty old bastard with a longtime two-pack-a-day habit and an intimate relationship with Jack Daniels. Whitmore’s simple arrangements—often just vocals over banjo or guitar—and introspective lyrics (“Don’t alter my altar / Don’t desecrate my shrine / My church is in the water / My home is underneath the shady pines,” Whitmore rasps wearily but firmly in “One Man’s Shame”) make for a stripped-down sound that’s personal and endearingly pure. ... read more
Citizen Cope Every Waking Moment [RCA]
For more than a decade, Clarence Greenwood has inhabited that off-white tower overlooking the American street scene. Even if his dwelling is more bullet-riddled fake stucco than pure ivory, Greenwood—aka Citizen Cope—has made his oft-meager living observing the American drama and offering us its tales, like an inner-city rag salesman showing swatches. Whether it’s Baltimore hustlers, lost souls in the nation’s capitol, or the victims—both foreign and homegrown—of war, the characters in Cope’s songs from The Clarence Greenwood Recordings (2004), have walked, talked and protested on the seedy streets paved by the tradition of the American observational songwriter. But... read more
Robyn Hitchcock
Backed by The Venus 3 (Peter Buck, Scott McCaughey and Bill Rieflin), who sound much like his mid-’80s band, The Egyptians, Hitchcock returns to his trademark: arpeggiated guitars swirling around hyperactive basslines with whimsical lyrics cloaked in harmony that turn dark without warning. He’s always drawn attention with his surrealistic jottings and bizarre juxtapositions, but here it’s the gorgeous backing harmonies that accompany “(A Man’s Gotta Know His Limitations) Briggs,” the lonesome pine that creeps into his voice during “Red Locust Frenzy,” and “N.Y. Doll”—his fitting tribute to late bassist Arthur “Killer” Kane—that are Hitchcock’s enduring strengths. Literate but rarely... read more
Gin Blossoms
I’m not afraid to admit that I love “Allison Road.” And the Gin Blossoms’ first new album in 10 years, Major Lodge Victory, picks up exactly where the band left off with Congratulations... I’m Sorry. The problem of picking up where you left off, of course, is that each song will inevitably be compared to hits of the past. For instance, “Learning the Hard Way” doesn’t pack the same Top 40 punch as “Hey Jealousy,” nor does “Super Girl” capture the heartbreak of “Found Out About You.” But new songs “Someday Soon” and “The End of the World” are classic... read more
BT
It’s now longtime producers, rather than artists, who hold the tools necessary to push the sonic envelope. In BT’s latest offering, such experience has proved handy. At-times-cacophonous tech noise is offset by surprisingly sustainable undercurrents of melody that tend toward melancholic—but in no way sleepy—ruminations on a universe where robots are hardly second-class citizens. Sensitivity to jazz and orchestral techniques make This Binary Universe stand out from its electronic cousins, though claims that it marks a new era in modern music are overstated. The album is accompanied by a DVD, which consists of the same tracks set to video. The... read more
Adem
His own contributions to the folky strain of electronic music no doubt overshadowed by old bandmate Kieran Hebden (who garners much critical adieu as Four Tet), former Fridge bassist Adem Ilhan has slowly crafted his own distinct brand of bedroom pop. Adem’s 2004 debut, the home-recorded Homesongs, spun demure and effortless-sounding tracks that stayed close to the vest, venturing into fields of low-key instrumentation and deft programming without much outward show. Similarly unobtrusive, a stately guitar figure opens his follow-up disc and underpins many of the subsequent tracks, whether they’re spacious or more chipper and upbeat. As bells garland Ilhan’s... read more
Brisa Roché
On her genre-hopping and language-swapping debut full-length, this American-born, Paris-based singer-songwriter trades the smooth delivery of labelmate Norah Jones for the quirky vocal stylings of Regina Spektor. But unlike Spektor, Roché hints at the refined elegance of songstresses new (Fiona Apple) and old (Billie Holiday). The Chase doesn’t feel nearly as long as its seventeen tracks might suggest, probably due to Roché’s penchant for penning short, playful pop songs. Her most notable songwriting accomplishment, though, is never diminishing her breathy, idiosyncratic voice, which alone establishes Roché as a formidable, wholly versatile talent.... read more
Mindy Smith Long Island Shores [Vanguard]
Maybe Thomas Wolfe was wrong, maybe you really can go home again. On her sophomore album Long Island Shores, Americana singer/songwriter Mindy Smith explores this premise, and discovers some previously unmapped territory of the heart along the way. Raised on Long Island, N.Y., Smith moved first to Knoxville, Tenn., where she immersed herself in the Appalachian musical tradition, then to Nashville, where she pursued her songwriting muse. But back on Long Island, she left behind some painful childhood memories, some unresolved conflicts and a beloved mother buried in the cold, windswept ground. And since ghosts travel light, they... read more
Archie Bronson Outfit
Plenty of bands cite hip and unhinged influences like Captain Beefheart, Son House, and The Stooges, but few actually bolster their claims with music those forbears would respect. Enter Archie Bronson Outfit, a London trio whose sophomore release embodies the raw energy upon which rock ’n’ roll was sired. Surprisingly, there’s no real star in the band. Drummer Mark “Arp” Cleveland pens the lyrics, but shuns the spotlight, manning the kit and holding the glorious mess together. Sam Windett slings guitar and provides the oh-so-desperate vocals. Meanwhile, Dorian Hobday’s bass intermingles with Windett’s six-string to the point that they sometimes... read more

