1977 was a terrible year for American popular music—but was it the worst year for music ever?
That’s right, motherfuckers: John Mayer, with almost no Jennifer Aniston content.
If you can find me a more brilliantly crafted, thoroughly evocative narrative in a pop song, I’ll kiss you. On the mouth.
Let’s be clear: Of the tens of thousands of bands out there right now, the majority will never write even one truly great song. A couple thousand might come up with one amazing tune, and several hundred might make a great full-length record, but right up in between those two groups is the group that […]
I didn’t get to go backstage at the Foo FIghters show, but maybe I got a little something better.
In any heavily improvisatory band with two guitarists, there’s bound to be unspoken competition. Dickey Betts may have written “Liz Reed,” but Duane Allman effectively kills it on At Filmore East.
Burning Airlines’ sophomore release is an unfairly overlooked gem in the lineage of post-punk, and Burning Airlines leader and producer extraordinaire J. Robbins was kind enough to answer some questions about Airlines’ swan song.
The top twenty songs of ’07? Not exactly. The 20 ’07 is this year’s attempt to make a cohesive mix out of some of Steve McPherson’s personal faves from the year that was. With streams for every song.
Back in 1969, while doing sessions as the house band for New Orleans’ Sansu Enterprises, The Meters started making, kind of accidentally, the best funk records of all time.
“Oh my aching hands, from raking in grands and breaking in mic stands.” –MF DOOM