The rare times you encounter them, eight-piece rock bands are something to behold. You find yourself casting your eyes around the whole stage, wondering whether everybody up there is fully focused, whether anybody’s contribution is getting[…]
As usual, South by Southwest was exhausting, hard on the feet and easy on the ears. This year — once again roughing it on the free, unofficial showcases — I saw a slew of talented performers[…]
Last week, I sporadically watched the Academy Awards. You know: In for the first 20 minutes, off to Netflix for “Schitt’s Creek” and other higher-quality TV, pop back in for a few minutes, back to Netflix, repeat,[…]
It’s a dynasty the New England Patriots would envy. Six championships in 18 years? Try 37 in 37. The Austin Music Awards are in their 37th year, and every single time, Waterloo Records has won[…]
Led by 18-year-old Lydia Night, L.A.’s Regrettes are something of a garage rock wonder, tackling feminism and other progressive themes with a refreshing directness. Whether their songs are exploring sexuality confusion, a young woman boldly[…]
Welcome to our first edition of Traffic Jam, where we quickly recap a little of what we’ve been up to lately — whether it be concerts, albums, events, or general music-related tomfoolery — in bite-sized[…]
