I started doing album reviews for Cavalier magazine back in the summer of ’66, my first being a review of Velvet Underground and Nico’s Banana Album, written in the form of a brief adventure story about a man whose plane crashes in the woods, who fights off a boar with an Italian penny loafer. The buxom blonde he hoists into the sunset is supposed to be emblematic of Nico’s contributions, though how exactly I can’t remember. You know what they say [...]
James Mercer and an (all new) band of Shins are back after a five-year absence. How much does a new lineup alter the landscape of The Shins’ intricate pop? Read the review and find out.
Kenna’s one of those artists that makes me wonder if the American music-buying public is completely dumb. If I ruled the world, this guy would have sold millions of copies of his first two albums, New Sacred Cow and Make Sure They See My Face. Of course, he also doesn’t fall into the music-buying public’s fairly narrow definition of what a black artist should sound like, a fate that has also recently prevented commercial breakthroughs by the likes of Kele/Bloc [...]
Popblerd columnist Sam asks a very simple question: why do we like the music that we like?
I knew which titles I wanted to spotlight today, then I took a look at the list of this week’s releases and realized that there’s, like, 3 million albums coming out today. Then my head exploded. Fortunately, a crack team of scientists was able to locate the part of my brain that retains musical knowledge and typing skills, and I am miraculously able to type up this column for you today. Let’s start with what’s a huge day in the [...]