Can K-Pop juggernaut Psy catch lightning in a bottle again? Does anybody care? Actually, a lot of people care.

I tried — I really did — to shake Herb Alpert. His silky smooth trumpet musings had been my introduction to something like jazz, though, and I’ve always associated his music with a time of unvarnished musical enthusiasm.

When Jackyl’s self-titled debut came out, I absolutely hated it. I was in the waning days of my “more notes=better music” listening phase.

I’ve never understood why so many people — even in the present-day environment of mainstream acceptance for the modern, much more watered-down, commercially acceptable version of hip-hop — still see rap music as a threat.

Garbed in fancy white threads and flowing locks, Angel did indeed strike a celestial pose. The band’s sound further carried a magical quality as their elaborately engraved songs roared and soared with pulsating power

I once spent a very interesting weekend down in Northern Kentucky attending a get together of “flea-powered” (1.5 to 5 watt) tube-amplifier aficionados. On a very, very early Friday morning I loaded myself into my old buddy’s Volvo wagon and we headed out from Haverhill, Massachusetts.

Depending on your point of view, Athens, Georgia’s B-52s are either the greatest party band of all time, or quite possibly the gayest — and I mean that in the most non-homophobic, politically correct sort of way.

More than a few clueless shoppers, when purchasing albums like these, were fooled into thinking they were buying a brain-melting slice of sonic revelations from a new groovy group

The only concert I’ve ever walked out of was Depeche Mode. This was during the Music For The Masses tour at the old Boston-area Great Woods shed. The primary reason was musical: just too much, uh … sameness

There are a couple of kinda odd (and completely unrelated) reasons why I’m reviewing this CD. One is that, after several listens, I’ve found some music here that I really like. The kind that makes me drive too fast.