Scott Deckman – Page 8 – Lollipop Magazine

U2 – Atomic City – Music Stream

January 26, 2024

“Atomic City” is a leisurely pop thing, and it does bounce like post-2000 indie rock. The Edge’s guitar lines sound a bit different than what we’re used to.

The Rocky Valentines/Starflyer 59 – The Rocky Valentines/Starflyer 59 Split – Review

January 24, 2024

It’s a familial venture, pop Jason Martin and son Charlie. For the former, it’s an orchestral reworking of previous songs, for the latter, its new ones.

Shitty Life – Limits to Growth – Review

January 10, 2024

A lethal slice of old school hardcore/emo (think Minor Threat, the Exploder, Maximillian Colby), these Italians mean it.

Filter – Obliteration – Music Stream

January 8, 2024

The processed guitars are crunchy, there’s a riff in there (plus danceable beats mixed low in the industrial din), and Patrick’s distinct, fragile tenor yearns.

Guns N’ Roses – Perhaps – Music Stream

December 21, 2023

It’s not bad, your wounded cat vocals, Elton Johnish piano grandeur, Axl apologizing about something, maybe showing personal growth – maybe not.

White Reaper – Asking for a Ride – Review

October 3, 2023

Tony Esposito went to the Kurt Cobain School of Unintelligible Lyrics, but he does it in a pop punk sense. There are real guitars here, like shredding guitars.

Bodega – Statuette on the Console – Music Stream

September 12, 2023

Bodega’s Nikki Belfiglio sure knows how to sing-scat with the best of them. They have been compared to The B-52s, but I like them better.

Noel Gallagher’s High Flying Birds – Dead to the World – Music Stream

August 22, 2023

Noel uses his hazy, high-pitched vocals as an instrument on the song. A little sophisticated beauty from a man not necessarily known for it.

Metallica – 72 Seasons – Review

August 17, 2023

On 11th proper studio record, James Hetfield is riffing like a mother on songs that run on too long. Nothing groundbreaking, but there’s crunch-crunch aplenty.

Taipei Houston – As the Sun Sets – Music Stream

August 8, 2023

Everyone who pays attention to heavy rock knows the duo as Lars Ulrich’s kids, but these little shits eschew metal pretension for Jack White Stollsteimer basics.