Summer of Golden Triangle
Photo by Joe Perez In June they are hitting the Great White North — in July they tango with John Dwyer's newest experiment in garage
Photo by Joe Perez In June they are hitting the Great White North — in July they tango with John Dwyer's newest experiment in garage
(Nick Graham walks into post, puts on Hater's smoking jacket; begins typing.) I'm not one of those newbie Fallon haters. I've come up in the
With Liechtenstein's upcoming Slumberland Records release, you're either gonna cream your pants over another girl garage thing (this one's from Sweden), or you're so done
Cellphone, of Minneapolis, is a duo that errs on the side of space and dissonance. On the track here they employ bell-like, detuned guitars, but
Sounding like a thrashier Team Robespierre on many of the tracks off their free album, Los Angeles-based Neon Navajo (not to be confused with Austin/Brooklyn's
Collision course in psych and free jazz. The last time I really liked a fusion attempt like this was Little Women, though LA-based Dream Colour
Field of Dreams is self-anointed headphone music from New York that sometimes slips into this underground stream of Carlos Giffoni fuzz but preeminent in the
Mark McGuire, one-third of Emeralds. That's a lot like what this sounds like, to ameliorative effect: pared down by Emeralds standards, but still pretty dense,
[Glimpse at the vague forms that represent the band Brilliant Colors. Photo by David Armstrong] Considering that we're experiencing a full-frontal new wave of lo-fi
The Pomegranates confirm a lingering belief that if New York is doing it now, Ohio will embrace it five years later. Finally some good has
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