It’s hard to hate the Ying Yang Twins as
much as I should, but it’s equally hard to defend them. In
the interest of full disclosure, I was ushered into puberty by
Writing about Gertrude Stein’s long and
difficult The Making of Americans, literary critic Richard Bridgman likened the
author’s technique to that of a novice dri
On De Nova, their second album (and major-label debut),
the Redwalls deliver ’60s-era blues-based Brit rock with an
audacity peculiar to the very young and the not-so-t
At first blush,
the pairing seems odd: abrasive American indie-rock idol and
whimsical French soundtrack doyen. Like horseradish and marzipan,
they’re two
Being a feminist rock fan is a lot like being
a gay Republican — theoretically possible but, in practice,
often demeaning. If you insist on living out the oxymoron, be
No singer/songwriter bums out more beautifully
than Aimee Mann. Since her early days fronting ’Til Tuesday,
she’s lanced every painful carbuncle on the dark side
For a band that hasn’t existed as long as
the Dubya administration, Head of Femur has carved out quite a
dominion. The founding members, vocalist/guitarist Matt Focht,
Will Johnson is the indie-rock
equivalent of Joyce Carol Oates, cranking out a seemingly endless
supply of songs for his various musical personae: cerebral
head-
Since releasing his first
cassette in 1991, John Darnielle, a singer/songwriter who records as the
Mountain Goats, has authored more than 400 songs, most of which are better
than any nu