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Map – Secrets by the Highway – Review

March 22, 2004

A distinctively different Map. The “band” (Dooley, Swift and Lenz often moonlight in Starflyer 59) sounds much, much “lighter,” with sprawling Californian sunshine replacing past shadows and darkness.

Life at Sea – Is There a Signal Coming Through? – Review

March 22, 2004

Life At Sea sound vaguely familiar, like lost b-sides of your favorite albums or a supergroup made up of your favorite ex-members. Life At Sea have good songs. And you should listen to them.

Karmella’s Game – What He Doesn’t Know Won’t Hurt Him – Review

March 22, 2004

Karmella’s Game write accessible synth pop without dumbing down too much. There are smart vocals, tasty harmonies, and most importantly, songs that go somewhere.

Julian Coryell – Rock Star – Review

March 22, 2004

Born with the same visceral affection as Jeff Buckley and the sixth sense of pop mastery ala Jason Falkner, Coryell’s moody take on polished California pop is like an aural orgasm.

Embodyment – Songs For The Living – Review

March 22, 2004

Embodyment have grown from a metalcore band into a smart, well-oiled radio rock machine that, unlike most of this mold, refuses to dumb down to their audience.

Stavesacre – (stAvz’A’kEr) – Review

March 22, 2004

Stavesacre were one of the first aural architects to create the “Christian power rock” sound that’s currently dominating Tooth & Nail Records.

Stavesacre – Live From Deep Ellum – Review

March 22, 2004

Languid bass lines and mournful vocals blend with explosive power chords and grooves, expertly timed like a Hollywood movie to lift you out of your seat during climaxes.

Dream Theater – Train of Thought – Review

March 22, 2004

The band’s strength lies in majestic melodies and carefully thought-out instrumental passages. Here, both are abandoned to cram in boiling rage, from gorilla stomps to guitar hero shreds that leave no lasting impression.

The Delgados – Domestique – Review

March 16, 2004

No string quartets, flutes, keyboards, choirs, or boomy beats, just primal guitar assaults and the voices of Emma and Alun. In the beginning, they were a punky bunch, fists full of jagged distortion and choppy downstrokes.

Pestilence – Consuming Impulse – Testimony of the Ancients – Review

March 15, 2004

As part of the early-’90s jazz/death movement, Pestilence left behind four albums of pure progressive mindfuck that easily shames anything “technical” today.