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TJ Mayes - "When Love Comes Down"

’50s era rock ’n’ roll had been long overdue for a rebirth. Thankfully, the stockpile of capable luminaries has not been in short supply over the past few years. 

07/23/2014 | Comments 0

Boare - "playdatshit"

The world is in the midst of an electronic music renaissance, and you find most of this boon of producers laying claim to the club-friendly, bass-dropping variety, holing up in the the free-flowing world of hip-hop beatmaking or pitching their tent on the out-there, boundary-pushing EDM camp.
07/23/2014 | Comments 0

Broncho - "Class Historian"

Broncho has never been hurting in the hook department. The success of the trio’s 2011 debut, Can’t Get Past the Lips, was predicated mostly on its ability to marry melodies with kinetic guitar riffs and anarchic energy. Yet we’ve heard nothing to the degree of pure pop catchiness on display in “Class Historian,” the new single from Broncho’s upcoming sophomore album, Just Enough Hip to Be Woman.
07/23/2014 | Comments 0

Manmade Objects - Monuments

No one wants to be forgotten; everyone wants some sort of legacy, a mark they leave behind as they exit this life for whatever lies beyond.

And for as long as there has been death, there have been monuments — whether austere or understated, abstract or concrete, prominent or tucked away in private — erected by the ones they loved to assure that remembrance, at least for a time.
07/15/2014 | Comments 0

Admirals - Amidst the Blue

Sometimes it helps to not be very good.

Some of the best albums and artists were born out of happy accidents owed to varying degrees of early suckage — the perfect note or chord for a song found by missing the one you are aiming for, failed mimicry of an idol bearing something entirely new and great instead.

07/09/2014 | Comments 0
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Soundcheck: Junebug Spade — Extra Virgin Olive Oil

Matt Carney September 14th, 2011

Don’t worry, rock kids. Now on EP No. 3, Oklahoma City’s Junebug Spade is still the same, early British, vaguely psychedelic, throwback band that Oasis returned to fashion in the ’90s — the kind of band that kills with simple, original guitar riffs and lyrics about ... well, girls mostly.

Things crackle to life on this short disc, goofily titled “Extra Virgin Olive Oil,” by layering Peter Seay’s great, big, grinning voice over his vintage, red dirt-crunching guitars (reinforced by fellow riffing ace AJ Sadeghi), which lick their way across the opening track, “Aborigine.”

“EVOO” makes for a fun, heavily stoned 18 minutes of music, from the off-kilter rhythm of “My Lover” to “Public Display of Affection”’s appropriately playful tempo and the conflicting guitars on “She’s Mine,” which seem to be engaged in a pretty heated argument.

The EP creeps along at a lecherous pace, and seethes with as much romantic desire as it does self-destruction. So it’s pretty much in line with most of the music the Rolling Stones ever recorded. Locally, Junebug Spade seems to compare as The Pretty Black Chains’ stoner cousins.

The album’s out now, and you can snag it for $5 at —Matt Carney

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