Chris Parker

The chug rolls in like a skunky fog, casting a ghostly pall over Dead Meadow and its groovy psychedelia. More Casper than Headless Horseman, the spirit lounges lazily in deeply rutted rhythms that gently waver like a spindly tree in a soft summer breeze. The heavy-lidded drone subsides beneath front man Jason Simon’s languid croon, […]

Bands involve a lot of “hurry up and wait,” and musicians endure plenty of sitting in vans and green rooms before showtime, but like any race, it’s all a matter of endurance. Division Day’s almost ran out, but the four-piece took some extra time, recharged the batteries and reinvented itself with a new album, “Visitation.” […]

Hard-rockers Kylesa have never been ones to chase a trend, but thanks in part to the efforts of their Georgian neighbors to the north, the Savannah quintet finds itself caught in a riptide of the musical zeitgeist. Like Atlanta’s Mastodon, Kylesa’s sound mixes the ponderous throb of sludge metal and hardcore’s aggression with an unusual, […]

The chug rolls in like a skunky fog, casting a ghostly pall over Dead Meadow and its groovy psychedelia. More Casper than Headless Horseman, the spirit lounges lazily in deeply rutted rhythms that gently waver like a spindly tree in a soft summer breeze. The heavy-lidded drone subsides beneath front man Jason Simon’s languid croon, […]

Bands involve a lot of “hurry up and wait,” and musicians endure plenty of sitting in vans and green rooms before showtime, but like any race, it’s all a matter of endurance. Division Day’s almost ran out, but the four-piece took some extra time, recharged the batteries and reinvented itself with a new album, “Visitation.” […]

For every star that crosses the sky as though shot out of a cannon, there’s a dozen scrambling to make a little light. Country rocker Candy Coburn is one of the latter, fueled by no-surrender spunk and the neighborly charm of the girl next door. Despite her easy looks and wide smile, she’s no delicate […]

A writhing, offbeat, art-punk act prone to bursts of noise amidst sneaky melodies, the Portland act could be the illegitimate stepbrother of Deerhoof, its tour mates last time through. Like Deerhoof, XDS once hailed from San Francisco, but the band headed north, where the musicians simplified their life and refined the lineup into a duo […]

A writhing, offbeat, art-punk act prone to bursts of noise amidst sneaky melodies, the Portland act could be the illegitimate stepbrother of Deerhoof, its tour mates last time through. Like Deerhoof, XDS once hailed from San Francisco, but the band headed north, where the musicians simplified their life and refined the lineup into a duo […]

For every star that crosses the sky as though shot out of a cannon, there’s a dozen scrambling to make a little light. Country rocker Candy Coburn is one of the latter, fueled by no-surrender spunk and the neighborly charm of the girl next door. Despite her easy looks and wide smile, she’s no delicate […]

Maybe because country music has long been inhabited by outlaws, or perhaps it’s the newfound credibility the form’s enjoyed among hipsters over the last decade or so. Either way, aging punk rockers are migrating to that dusty twang like rich suburbanites escaping the city. WOODY GUTHRIE GUIDING CONCEPT HOLIDAY ALBUM From Kevin Seconds (7 Seconds) […]