Growing up a hip-hop fanatic, I was always particularly enthralled by the art of sampling.
I waited patiently for three years for Babel to come out, hoping that Mumford wouldn’t suffer from the traditional “sophomore slump.”
It’s not that the album is horrible, but it’s like drinking Natty Light—it’s bearable listening if you like listening a lot—it’s simple, watered down enough of it is unsettling to the stomach.
ather, Son, Holy Ghost simultaneously evokes two separate—and contradictory—emotions: familiarity and foreignness. I decided to wait a few weeks before writing a review. Upon further listening, the indie duo’s album has revealed itself to be an emotionally complex work of remarkable sincerity; it is one of the best albums of the year.
The tracks transcend loyalty to a genre often relegated to boxes of LPs in dusty attics across America; their fresh arrangements provide easy playability for R&B, Motown and general music fans alike.
In the twilight of his career, perhaps Wayne realizes that this is his last chance to be heard while everyone is still listening.
Another installment of Recent and Retro Reviews finds us in a slightly more retro mood, as the recent review comes from three years ago and the retro is verily embedded in the ’70s. Keeping with the retro vibes, the albums are great examples of trip hop and ska. Always worth a listen.
Dimow’s skillful guitarwork, which served as the centerpiece of the song, slowed down the folky, country strumming of Reynolds’ funky original tune, combining with Macksoud’s understated but effective percussion and Tipton’s solo on trumpet to give the work the feel of fitting fodder for a cigarette smoke-filled nightclub.
I'm writing this review on Friday, February 18th (the day that the album was released) so honestly, it is going to be a while before I really have something to say about The King of Limbs.
I like that Radiohead announced this album a mere five days before its release, and that before Friday, nobody knew how many tracks it had, or the names of the tracks, or (before five days ago) even the name of the album.
Foxy Shazam’s self titled album seemed to fly under the radar this past year, which has been really unfortunate. I picked it up a few months ago at the humble request of the Internet, and it absolutely blew me away on all fronts