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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
 

SXSW: Ezra Furman / Gliss


Dylan-esque folk and dream-pop

By Stephen Carradini March 15th, 2012

Gliss.
Credits: Stephen Carradini

After failed attempts to see both fun. and Say Anything, I saw a sign for Ezra Furman and ducked into his set. I was immediately surprised to see that Ezra Furman was wearing nothing but boxer briefs, socks and an acoustic guitar. After the initial shock, Furman's pre-electric Bob Dylan-esque folk charmed my ears. Joe Pug is also a natural comparison; both weave complicated wordplay and imagery through their lyrics, moving their vocal delivery between an almost atonal roar to plaintive singing. I enjoyed the set after the awkwardness wore off; his poetry is pretty solid, and his guitar playing is better than your average folkie's.

I ran back to Sixth Street to Trinity Hall, my last destination of the evening. Pomegranates and The Black and White Years were scheduled to play back to back, and both bands were high on my to-see list. But before they went on, Gliss took the stage.

Gliss is a trio of a woman and two men; the woman sings, strums the guitar and plays keys. The two men hold down drums/electronic beats and guitar. Together they create a dreamy, shimmering sound that sways more than sprints. The songs glided along smoothly, easing to a halt instead of abrupt stops. It was easy to get lost in the sound and let it envelop you; it's similar to School of Seven Bells in that way, but with less huge walls of distortion.

 
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