A 12-song, 35+ minute record dripping with guitar pop, walls of female vocals and harmonies with lyrics ranging from bitter to sweet, from scathing to soothing.
Anti-Flag are energetic punks with their hearts in the right place, and they put on a great live show, as long as you ignore the stage banter between songs.
A mixture of Goth rock and black metal vocals, occasional doomy plods, interspersed with wind-swept mountain views and staggering ballerina keyboard tinkles.
Cardboard stereotypes that rebel in boring ways at safe times, and end up in the same place as if they’d never fought the good fight in the first place.
The return of the mean Mel Gibson from Road Warrior (his voice is deeper and gruffer than it has been in years), yet with the humor the man is famous for.
Great roles played by great actors doing practically nothing but talking and arguing (“Clarifying,” Mickey might amend), with the occasional drive in the car.
A five-song, 15-minute EP by a beloved female-fronted band covering Billy Bragg classics. Sound cool? In theory, yeah, but this EP didn’t need to be done.