Remember Curve? Well, chuck that wall of shoegaze haze, toss in a few funky beats (courtesy of producer Butch Vig) and you have a rough blueprint for Garbage.
All the songs sound like they could’ve been written by the bands covering them. The Germs had much to do with paving the way for modern hardcore’s existence.
A good cause does not necessarily make good music. An array of female artists (Aren’t men allowed to support the cause?) cover a buncha crap ’70s songs.
I’m not Jewish, but Kletzmer music is the balls. David Krakauer plays in a unique way, full of sarcasm and lament; clarinet screaming, weaving like a snake.