DJ Shadow

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

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]

Citizen Cope <i>Every Waking Moment</i> [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

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

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

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

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

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]

Mindy Smith <i>Long Island Shores</i> [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

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

Madeleine Peyroux

Madeleine Peyroux

For better or worse, jazz vocalist Madeleine Peyroux won’t ever outgrow the Billie Holiday comparisons, despite her crooning claim, “I’m not looking backward for something that’s gone” (“Once in a While”). But looking backward is precisely where Peyroux camps, from her lounge-jazz sound to her choice of covers: Joni Mitchell (“River,” a duet with k.d. lang), Leonard Cohen (“Blue Alert” and the title track) and Serge Gainsbourg (“La Javanaise”). Only a tender take on Tom Waits’ “(Looking For) The Heart of a Saturday Night” gives Peyroux the glimmer of modernity Perfect World so desperately craves....  read more

Anthony David

Anthony David

Just like what The Bronx did for hip-hop in the early ’80s and Detroit for the emergence of R&B in the ’60s, Atlanta has become the new Philly for rising neo-soul artists. With his sophomore album, Anthony David establishes himself as a serious musician who can hold his own in the neo-soul market. The Red Clay Chronicles boasts a solid mixture of funk, smooth jazz and soul. He scores big with “Words,” his gorgeous duet with R&B darling India.Arie. In “ATL Sunshine,” David paints a vivid picture of his love for the city that boosted his music career. But the...  read more

Sandra McCracken

Sandra McCracken

Sandra McCracken’s Gravity | Love occupies that female-folk position between more obtuse artists like Megan Reilly and the shiny new rootsy pop you find climbing the country charts. Even if you consider 2004’s Best Laid Plans a palatable ride, there are no sonic difficulties hindering her latest album from making a commercial impact. A songwriter’s songwriter, McCracken doesn’t feel the need to personally grace her album covers, nods to her religious faith in subtle lyrical turns, and proves she’s capable of creating Americana to rival recent outings from Tom Petty or The Jayhawks, especially on “Gravity,” “Traincar” and “Portadown Station”—the...  read more

Lady Sovereign

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If Missy Elliott were a tiny white chav, she’d be Lady Sovereign. With her beats de-grimed for American audiences, Sov doesn’t sound quite as explosive here as she did on her legendary demo tracks, but there’s no containing her charisma. Like countryman Mike Skinner of The Streets, the “biggest midget in the game” takes on the banalities of modern British life with irreverent wit: wage slavery on the slinky “9 to 5”; poor fashion choices on distended bounce track “Hoodie”; cranky neighbors on the filthy “Fiddle with the Volume”; and outdated stereotypes of Britain on “My England.” Albion subsides; Lady...  read more

Gov't Mule

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Gov’t Mule just wiped the studio clean of any remaining shred of the boy-band era en route to knocking out its latest release. Lead singer Warren Haynes brings his bottomless voice to all 71 minutes of the appropriately titled High & Mighty, including soon-to-be fan favorites “Brand New Angel” and “Nothing Again.”  The slightly downtempo “Million Miles from Yesterday” may be the best song on the album. With a gospel chorus backing Haynes, Danny Louis’ bluesy organ underscores the refrain “I’ve got to find my way home.” Some jambands fall prey to the limits of a studio album, but Gov’t...  read more

Old Crow Medicine Show

Old Crow Medicine Show

Any band trafficking in old-timey sounds risks crossing the fine line between celebrating its influences and mummifying them. Working from a musical template that stopped evolving, oh, 70 years ago, OCMS manages to stay on the right side of this line on its sophomore disc. Ketch Secor’s originals sound comfortably at home among the traditional folk, blues and country numbers, and by investing his tunes with a puckish modern sensibility, they manage to avoid sounding mannered or fusty. While it’s unlikely that any of the new material will be mined by future generations the way Secor mines the work of...  read more

Sparklehorse

Sparklehorse

Why do modern psychedelic artists insist on either whispering or singing in their airiest, whiniest falsettos? From The Flaming Lips to Mercury Rev to Sparklehorse’s Mark Linkous, the effect is deadly. Linkous’ fourth full-length—recorded at home with a variety of guests (the Lips’ Steven Drozd and Dave Fridmann, Danger Mouse, Tom Waits on piano from an It’s a Wonderful Life leftover)—is another paradoxically claustrophobic affair that shoots for the ethereal stars while hushing itself into the broom closet. The playful “Some Sweet Day” and charging “Ghost in the Sky” scream for a singer to take command. You’re left with ornate...  read more

Kasey Chambers

Kasey Chambers

Kasey Chambers is at her most endearing when she’s unguarded, carelessly slipping into a gentle rasp and writing confessional, windswept songs with the natural warble of real yearning. Unfortunately, unlike earlier efforts, Carnival offers relatively little of that directness, delivering instead glossy, bland production that primarily serves to underscore the fact that—by conventional standards—Chambers’ voice is usually too flat and thin to sing anything approaching country music. Ironically, the number that works best is the haphazard pseudo-electronic waft of “Surrender,” while more familiar rootsy gestures feel either crassly forced or sadly anemic....  read more

Anne McCue

Anne McCue

Anne McCue seemed poised for big things after 2004’s Roll. The exciting album found the singer/guitarist mixing the emotional sizzle of Lucinda Williams (a McCue supporter) with Hendrix-style instrumental flash, needing only a stronger identity of her own. Koala Motel, however, suffers from an attack of cold feet, as the Australian-born McCue often retreats to a smooth, more anonymous sound. While she’s captivating on the accordion-washed “Bright Light of Day,” a tender morning-after love story, her mild-mannered voice can’t salvage routine material such as the clunky seven-minute ballad “Shivers” or “Hellfire Raiser,” a plodding, Crazy Horse-lite rocker. Tantalizing flashes...  read more

Rock's Backpages Celebrates Fifth Birthday

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Time to break out the cake and ice cream — or perhaps in this case, Cake, Vanilla Ice and Cream. The online rock journalism archive Rock's Backpages just celebrated its fifth birthday with a very special present: its 10,000th uploaded article. The website provides an extensive archive of articles from well-known magazines to obscure zines, including Billboard, Creem, Melody Maker, Mojo, Radio and Records and Rolling Stone. Rock's Backpages co-founder Barney Hoskyns wrote in an e-mail to Paste that he created the site as a way of facilitating research for music journalism. "I had the idea one day when someone...  read more

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