This new EP offers remixes and instrumental interpretations of songs from their last full-length, the highly-acclaimed Neon Golden, featuring such guest knob-twiddlers as Four Tet, Manitoba, Loopspool, and the band’s own Console.
What do you get when you mix the sugary drum machine synth-pop of The All-American Rejects, the sweet bouncy melodies of New Found Glory, and the random screaming of Taking Back Sunday? Boys Night Out’s Make Yourself Sick.
A collection of unreleased tracks and remixes from her last, stunning full-length, Daybreaker, this is an eclectic batch that covers everything from Beth Orton solo acoustic to Beth Orton dance party goddess.
Sirens and Condolences, is absolutely awesome. It’s morbid, melodic rock that’s catchy and intense, with rough guitar solos, gentle, brooding vocals and lyrics that are masochistic and often murderous.
On his fourth solo album, Vanderslice pushes the limits of analog recording to its threshold, saturating tape and overdubbing a plethora of instruments without losing the warmth of the human touch.
The songs stretch far and wide, from Johnny Cash to Sonny Bono to Robyn Hitchcock, and all with that typical Firewater flair, the booze-soaked, horn-spiked, Eastern Europe-gutter trawling sound conjures up the image of drunken Mariachis in Kosovo.
As soon as you showcase a special education class in album format, hyper-sensitive types are going to start screaming “Exploitation!” The Kids of Widney High are just a bunch of kids having a hell of a lot of contagious fun.
Everything that was charming about them is here, but with more sweet harmonies rocking through signature guitar sounds, more interesting rhythmic choices, and a generally clearer sound.
For All the Drugs in the World is an easy, enjoyable listen, but unfortunately, Sponge seems plagued by lyrical weakness and too weighed down by their failure to really commit to their own rock sound.
Full of Westerberg’s compelling vocals, ranging in style from post-punk frontman to confessional balladeer. Not the best songs he’s ever written, but they feel so right and are have his “wet basement and a four-track” feel.