by Tom Johnson A sadly overlooked band, the Trees got lumped in with the grunge movement in the early 1990s. What’s unfortunate is that, like fellow Seattlites Mudhoney, these guys were way better than what got popular. It’s a typical complaint, I know, but I dare you to listen to pretty much anything these guys put out and tell meRead More
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In its way, Johnny Marr’s riff on this Smiths song was every bit as important in its era as Keith Richards’ on “I Can’t Get No Satisfaction” a generation before. It sounded like angry desperation — and it worked in perfect contrast to the lyrics
On this special edition of Something Else! Reviews’ One Track Mind, we hand the reins over to blues legend Duke Robillard, founder of Roomful of Blues and former member of the Fabulous Thunderbirds.
Psych-rockers Pink Floyd and EMI are launching an exhaustive re-release campaign, beginning today. You could say that tickled us … pink.
by Mark Saleski For those unfamiliar with Fritz Hauser, he is one of (maybe the … who knows, there’s gotta be more than one though) Switzerland’s best percussionists.
October 14, 1983. It was a long time ago. It was the one and only night I was lucky enough to see R.E.M. in concert.
Freddie Mercury, talking about his band Queen, once compared them to the sweeping Hollywood auteur Cecil B. DeMille, and he wasn’t that far off. The group, which also included guitarist Brian May, bassist John Deacon and drummer Roger Taylor, was a heady mixture of heavy metal, prog, power pop, disco and show-tune bombast
On this special edition of Something Else! Reviews’ One Track Mind feature, we had the reins over to Tony Levin, bassist with Peter Gabriel and King Crimson.
by Mark Saleski There were a handful of nights back in the early 1980s when me and my buddy Gene did little else but sit around in his folks’ living room, bliss out on the heat of the woodstove, and listen to Elvis Costello’s Imperial Bedroom and, especially, R.E.M.’s Murmur.
I like a good guitar solo as much as the next guy, but given a choice between a display of fretboard pyrotechnics vs. something with a little more soul, I’ll always gravitate to the latter.