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The much-anticipated debut from Toronto’s Tokyo Police Club leaves the listener still waiting.
Straight from our Fuzz community comes Triclops!, a four-headed, punk rock beast that roams the fallow fields of the Bay Area.
Album number two for progressive Chicago rock duo Russian Circles has arrived with all the commotion of a paper plate being dropped onto the floor. Its characteristics are pleasingly symmetrical and disappointingly inert, given their aim.
Experimental outfit Animal Collective brings us closer to nature with their Water Curses EP.
It is the sound of a Brooklyn night that Religious Knives chases: a bag of green in the hand, rooftop hangs, leaning on the keys, leaving one place to go to the next.
From the Valley to the Stars merits naming Sarah Assbring the most convincing baroque pop songwriter in recent memory.
The set list may have been bittersweet, but the band was flawless.
Straight from our Fuzz community comes KIT, a noise rock group out of Oakland that has appeared on split vinyl singles with bands like Deerhoof, Wives, and Thurston Moore and Kim Gordon's side project.
Innovative aging club kid Moby brings us back to the ’90s in a big way with Last Night.
You've never heard anything like this before. No, really. The five-piece Dirtbombs may feature two bassists and two drummers, but Dark Meat boasts 17 musicians.
Months after New Order announced their split, Cut Copy swooped in from Australia to fill the vacancy. That may sound like a backhanded compliment. It isn't.
If a slickly produced and idealistically nostalgic tribute to Breakfast-Club-inspired teenage melodramas of yesteryear is what you’ve been pining for, then you’re in for a treat.
Matador's reissue of Mission of Burma's three-record catalog offers incontrovertible proof that Boston was the place to be in the 1980s.
Even if elusive vocalist Vashti Bunyan had only given the world her wistful 1965 single "Some Things Just Stick in Your Mind," it would have been enough.
Glasgow’s Chemikal Underground offers up a wide variety of seductive sounds, from the profane musings of Arab Strap to the delicate pop of the Delgados.
Former Jonathan Fire*Eater lead singer Stewart Lupton grows up with new outfit The Child Ballads.
The songs of the Breeders seem to exist to scratch one particular hook, feeling, or comment out of Kim Deal’s little black book of ideas. Here's another chapter in that book.
Over the past year, Frightened Rabbit have sort of disrupted the general process of gaining indie seniority and have popped up all over the map. It should come as little surprise why.
What this Miami sludge outfit does is no different than what dozens of indie rock bands worked out in the ‘90s: cram huge riffs and primary emotions into a dissonant, monolithic rock template.
Maybe they didn't get enough sleep. Maybe the airline lost their luggage. Maybe someone forgot to clear the backstage area of brown M&Ms. Whatever happened, The Cribs arrived at San Francisco's Popscene in some kind of mood.
The drowsy My Blueberry Nights Soundtrack is as big a yawn as the movie.
The charming third release from Neva Dinova is steeped in the sounds and pace of middle America--in a good way.
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The much-anticipated debut from Toronto’s Tokyo Police Club leaves the listener still waiting.
Straight from our Fuzz community comes Triclops!, a four-headed, punk rock beast that roams the fallow fields of the Bay Area.