As much as I adore Tim Kinsellas’ brilliant wordplay (and articulate political stance), this Joan Of Arc album only leaves me yearning for an Owls follow-up.
Recorded in clean and natural sound, there’s no reason the next time you win the lottery you shouldn’t fund these guys, Acid Ape, Volume, and Dead Meadow.
The Cardigans’ bassist has assembled a gentle disc that plays like a journal over old Parisian jazz. The sound waxes mystical, sentimental, sweet, wounded.
Explosive post-hardcore laced with lapses of tranquillity, Standstill present song after song of unpredictability, harnessed into Fugazi-worthy seizures.
Multi-instrumentalist/songwriter supreme Mike Kinsella is back with his second Owen disc, again writing, peforming, recording, and producing everything himself.