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To call the Detroit
Cobras a cover band is not inaccurate, but it misses the point. Although
it’s true that the Cobras’ repertoire consists almost e
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Are Bianca and Sierra Casady the geniuses that their
admirers (John Darnielle, David Byrne, countless blognerds) say they are,
or are they simply the newest nak
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Of all the acoustic
guitarists to glom on to the great John Fahey, Glenn Jones might have the
most cred. He had the honor of actually collaborating with the lat
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Was there ever a man more aptly named than Andrew
Bird? Fine-boned and gracile, with a long, elegant nose and alert dark
eyes, he has a distinctly avian beauty.
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Afrobeat, the
percolating, polyrhythmic, politically minded big-band dance music most
closely associated with the late Nigerian maestro Fela Anikulapo Kuti, has
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The problem with the phrases “angry young
man” and “pub rock,” both of which seem to be mandatory
in any discussion of Graham Parker, is
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Although it comes as a blow to our national pride, we
should probably just admit it: The best soul album of 2007 may very well be
a product of Britain. Meet Amy
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It’s somewhat misleading to say that Now It’s Time represents
the return of Tarnation, the seminal Western-noir band that Paula Frazer fronted in th
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The Search, Son
Volt’s fifth album, doesn’t shy away from heavy subjects. Among
its themes are stem-cell research, FBI wiretapping, global warming,
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Dean Wareham and Britta Phillips, possibly the hottest
middle-aged people on the planet, are back with Back Numbers, an album that’s
almost as pretty as t