Heed what this wise man says: stay away from redheads.
Heed what this wise man says: stay away from redheads.
They can’t hear a word that we’ve said, when we pretend that we’re dead.
Keep my real light shining.
Destroyed by MTV, I hate to bite the hand that feeds me.
The mic is cast to the floor and shapeshifted. Heavy as the hammer of Thor you can’t lift it.
Lord Finesse and DJ Mike Smooth dial up the number of the funky technician!
Hey kid! What do we got? Not a lot. So what?
Get down, get DOWN.
We got the money! We got the money now!
The band that I feel I should really like more but… erases the but.
I’m the king of bongo baby, I’m the king of bongo.
An exquisitely executed dose of grungy riot grrl punk rock.
It’s the riot grrl drama you’ve been craving.
You think it’s funny but what I say is true.
Much like Fashion Nugget, I will survive. Yeah yeah.
Plug in and get supercharged anywhere you like with this massive 244 song compilation.
Some bands and some albums hit a bunch of my musical sweet spots at once.
Another tremendous album from the cult of Frank Black.
In which I make the case for this exceptionally talented band from Binghamton, New York.
The Rage is relentless, in three parts.
Highly unique yet strangely comforting? Just ask the king of the carrot flowers.
Infamous Queensbridge kid we on the scene kid.
Some albums are better than others.
Alt rock with an ironic edge that still nonetheless rocks.
Fight the power, indeed.
There’s something about the vibe that takes me back to the Nag’s Head pub in Rochester, Kent.
I’d tell you, but don’t make me say it… Okay, you oughta know, right?
Get that body up.
The secret’s out on this one.
Matthew Sweet is a power pop master craftsman.
Is the movie Swingers and Big Bad Voodoo Daddy partially responsible for my moving to the west coast from NYC? It’s a long story…
Spin, spin, sugar.
A delivery of a strange and wonderful musical experience.
Day in day out and on and on and on, *this* is the version of Keasbey Nights you’ve been looking for.
Hip hop that’s low key yet aggressive, gritty yet groovy, heavy yet accessible.
Record scratches, catchy pop hooks, and Indian influences that will butter the soul.
A hardcore underground gem from hip hop’s golden age.
The magic of the live and acoustic setting shines through for Natalie Merchant and crew.
When you gonna learn?
It’s gorgeous and piercing and moving all at once.
The impression that I get is that this is a rock solid collection of highly enjoyable alternative rock and pop- and punk-infused ska.
A genius by the name of GZA emerges on the scene.
A highly pleasurable mix of mid-‘90s tunes and one absolute stunner.
The grooviest, swinging, British Invasion-est music that most people these days have not (yet!) heard.
It’s the ambient techno stuff, the delicate downtempo stuff, the use of strings and subtle vocals with electronic backbeats.
The pinnacle of Pearl Jam’s output. At least so far.
Even upon a midnight eerie, you’re not gonna want to give this album a run-around.
Can an album be “too pop”? Please refer to the sign that says, “We’re gonna go with nope.”
It rocks out while having run rocking out while letting YOU know that they’re… oh, just keep on reading for more.
We knew that Everlast could make us jump around, but that was just for starters as it turns out.