Codes and Keys is the seventh studio album from Death Cab for Cutie and to say that it leaves something to be desired is an understatement. I don’t know what it is exactly, but this album has that newer Coldplay feel to it…
2006’s Food and Liquor prophetically announced the arrival of “the hip-hop generation’s next great vanguard”: Lupe Fiasco. While the rest of the world drenched themselves in the intoxicating and trite gibberish noisily spat of the mouths of Dem Franchize Boyz and Chamillionaire…
So, when I first came across Paolo Nutini’s inaugural Live Sessions EP, I had to ask myself: does the world really need another young guy who sings like an old guy? I mean, it feels like the music world’s seen several of those…
This Chicago band’s 2003 release, For Never and Ever, was arguably the guilty pleasure album of the year. Kill Hannah’s not a band you’re going to brag about liking, and it’s doubtful that given the chance, you’d bother to check them out live…
I hadn’t actually planned on reviewing this disc. It’s one of the perks of editor-dom — I have to listen to everything at least once, so I get to pick and choose the CDs I really give a crap about to review. And I hadn’t expected to be even remotely interested in this one…
I know what you’re thinking. Honest, I do: four young, greasy-haired Toronto guys who look like they moonlight as clerks at Old Navy, a band where everybody but the drummer sings, vast promises of crunchy guitars and melodies (all at the same time! whoa!)…
Okay, I’m a bit less panicked now. When I first threw Without Feathers, the sophomore effort from Montreal-dwelling indie-rockers the Stills into the CD player, I had this horrible feeling that the Alzheimer’s had finally begun to kick in…
