David Pajo (M, Ariel M, Papa M, Slint, and Tortoise) records some intimate songs on his laptop, even singing directly into the computer. Gentle and well done.
Female-fronted Gothic metal is as common as a cold, and even good bands are a dime a dozen, cuz a sweet voice and some plodding riffs are about all it takes.
Like scratchy old blues records, music box tinkle, a lonely trumpet soliloquy. White guy rapping usually turns me off like lima beans on a hot fudge sundae.
Trendy keyboard, a dash of metal chug, layered harmonies. Wait, here’s where they rock out, there’s the droning breakdown, and yes, they close with the ballad.
Home recordings, from Tom Waits to Elvis/Doors worship, dark ballads to metallic guitar chugs over a drum machine. As weirdly cluelessly demented as it sounds.
Punk rawk all raw and loud and destructive. Yeah, you just got knocked on yer ass by a girl, Fonzie. She’s shredding her vocal chords for you, so listen up.
Everyone thinks that’s a girl singing. It’s a dude named Anthony Green, who was in Saosin. He teamed up with a childhood friend, fresh out of This Day Forward.
Taking Back Sunday-style hardcore with emoting vocals. From Virginia. Not into this style, but the delicate diddling and pussy singing bother me less than most.