I have a Jimi Hendrix CD, but Wesley Snipes informed me years ago that I can’t hear Jimi. I have a couple BB King CDs, but the closest I’ve been to the blues is watching Jake and Elwood tear through Chicago in a used cop car. (Actually, that’s not true. The closest I’ve been to the blues is watching Blues Brothers 2000—THAT hunk of dog crap will give you the blues.) So anyway, I have no idea what to do with Neon Dynamite’s 5-track, self-titled release.
Browsing: Music Reviews
Finally, a female musician we can be proud of.
Katy Perry, America’s new model for demure self-respect, has released her sophomore effort, “Teenage Dream.” In it, we find the sounds and messages that we, as a nation, have been longing for since the turn of the century.
I’m told that Stars is a band from Montreal, and that “The Five Ghosts” is their fifth album or whatever. But, seriously… Degrassi? REALLY? This is the source of the music I’m reviewing? Did the latest volume of “Now That’s What I Call Disney!” not come out yet?
All mocking aside (Degrassi? DEGRASSI?), it’s an interesting album. Imagine if Joshua Radin and Ingrid Michaelson decided to make an album together, but decided that today’s music didn’t work for them. Pretend that they built a time machine—but one that could travel into the sitcom world—and went back to the Friends episode where Ross played his weird-ass electronic keyboard stuff. (Yes, I believe that was the name of the episode: “The One Where Ross Played His Weird-Ass Electronic Keyboard Stuff.” Seriously. DEGRASSI.)
The Northstar Session is a quartet hailing from California. The four-piece features Matthew Szlachetka on guitar and vocals, Kane McGee on drums and vocals, Shiben Bhattacharya on bass, and Dave Basaraba (a name that makes me want to do the robot, much to my wife’s dismay) on heading up the organ and saxophone, or “saxa-ma-phone” as I always hear it in my head in Homer Jay’s voice. This quartet can be found touring the West coast extensively, and are known to put their all into all of their shows.
In 2003, the Dixie Chicks pissed off NASCAR country.
You probably remember the controversy; they made a comment to a London concert audience that they thought then-president Dubya was a chode (Ed. note: not a direct quote). A newspaper printed the quote, one of the 18 country music fans who are literate (Ed. note: not a factual statistic) got ahold of the quote… and the rest is history.
Poor Jakob Dylan.
Can you imagine what it would be like, to be the child of a musical legend? The constant pressure to live up to the expectations of your parent’s talent and prestige… it would be like two of Archie Manning’s sons becoming quarterbacks and… err, wait. Bad example. It would be like Bobby Bonds’ son playing baseball and… crap.
Not An Airplane has been here at The Inept Owl for longer than I have. Each time they’ve had a record release, a new writer would take up the review.
I don’t know if this means that they are our honorary introduction music, to be plugged into people’s heads as they type in our web address, but it’s a special thing, nonetheless.
Now, the mantle comes down to me, as I review their latest, “Things and People”.
Do the words Boards of Canada, Negativland, and Mr. Bungle mean more than gibberish to you?
If the answer is yes, you should definitely check out LodemidiQuail, an electronica soundscaper with a fourth-dimensional lawnmower.
If the answer is no, what do you have to lose?
So here I am, listening to Bayer Queue’s self-titled EP. It’s a band, or a guy, or something. He’s got like 37 different origin stories floating around the internet, which puts him about 3 reboots behind Batman. He’s done interviews with Cat Fancy and a nude photo shoot for Playgirl; the music has been played in grocery stores in New York and before the Pope. The lead singer was a vocal stunt double for Bono on South Park in the episode where Randy Marsh has the world’s biggest poo. But enough about that.
Greetings from the comatose music department here at The Inept Owl! A couple of weeks ago, I received a CD from Huggard, Hart & Taxter for review. After using it as a coaster for my appletinis for a few weeks, I decided to go ahead and do a quick review so I could go back to doing what I do best: not writing anything of substance. But first, I had to do my all-important, world-famous, in-depth research on the band. Unfortunately, there was nothing on Wikipedia, so I was lost. Went to Myspace… nothing. Help a brother out, here!