With their tight harmonies and willingness to experiment with tone and beat, Handsome Jack transcend the limitations of the power trio, creating a surprisingly complete album. – NO DEPRESSION HERE
I also sometimes feel a sunny Kinks vibe when listening to Los Angeles-based GospelbeacH. “I like the way the Kinks reflected their surroundings in their songs,” Rademaker says. “We seem to do that, only in California, not London.” – NO DEPRESSION HERE
A heavy romp through the catacombs of deep Blues with an outsider punk aesthetic, authentic and powerful, at times sinewy and jangly, vulnerable yet unwaivered. – READ THE REVIEW HERE
If the Rolling Stones camped with Howlin’ Wolf and Billy Gibbons on trucker speed for the weekend with a fuzz pedal, this would be its precious procreation. “My Black Name” is a charged up garage blues littered with succulent slide licks and tasty crunch, battling the demons that haunt a man’s reputation with war eyes […]
Having already earned their kudos from the critics and found their way onto various TV and film soundtracks, Cluster of Pearls not only seems like further affirmation of their rapid rise, but also another promise of greater glories yet to come. – READ THE REVIEW HERE
If you’re a fan of gunnite gypsy punk with a rocksteady back beat, James Leg is your eternal ediface. There is nothing like a Leg record and there never will be, no one plays like him, no one growls like him, and certainly no one rocks like him. He’s a world travelled stalwart and will […]
Beck In Black, a loving collection of LLC material from the onset line-up of Freddy J IV on the vocals and guitar crunch and Brenn Beck on the boom bap drum kit and blowing some harp – a fleeting piece of envelope pushing Blues to add to your collection alone, if not for only 800 […]
From Lurgan, Ireland, The Bonnevilles… Self-annointed a garage, punk, blues outfit like an arrow piercing my very own heart, lovers of heavy licks and head knockin’ back beats need apply in droves. McGibbon’s song writing is never suspect, influenced from those before yet soaked and steadily glazed in a brine of “cheap beer and buckfast” […]
Supergroup — the word alone is pretentious. Super to who, and why? To my recollection there’s been far more terrible black wax than collectible records made by bands coined supergroups. King Mud is the antithesis of this theory. The dynamic duo of Left Lane Cruiser’s Freddy J IV on guitar, the holder of my very […]
Memphis’ throwback, garagey-arena rockers, Dirty Streets, were clearly brought up on copious amounts of rocknroll, Stax soul, Howlin’ Wolf’s howl and harp skills, Hubert Sumlin’s guitar, and heavily percussed psych and prog rock. Perhaps best described as a bit Troggs meets Flaming Groovies, a smattering of MC5, a sprinkle of Captain Beefheart, some Grand Funk […]