One aspect of songwriting that has always drawn me in is introspection. When reviewers get on their high horse and start flinging the “navel gazer” tag around, I almost always side with the artist.
Damn, this record is awesome. Even 20 years later, I consider it one of the finest hard rock records ever, and certainly among the best of its time period.
“Why would you listen to this?” The question must have travelled through nearly everyone’s mind at some point upon hearing some seemingly offensive bit of music.
Sporting one of the most hilarious names imaginable, the Jelly Bean Bandits were (and in fact, still are, as they reunited several years ago) actually a lot cooler than their silly handle suggests.
Best remembered as the band that featured guitarist Billy Gibbons, who eventually reaped universal fame with ZZ Top, the Moving Sidewalks were actually a very popular local act hailing from Houston, Texas.
I fell in love with the lost, desolate feeling of 1998′s Deserter’s Songs, a title that seems to perfectly sum up the feeling of that album.
Quite a few years back I had a discussion with a close friend about a certain ‘famous’ musician. I say ‘famous’ because the musician’s name has been dropped from both of our memories
The late 1960s belonged to Jeffrey Katz and Jerry Kasenetz, who twiddled the knobs on gobs of singles and albums referred to as bubblegum music.
Ah, here’s another great band that got away! Formed in 1978 in Seattle, Washington, the Heats certainly had everything working in their favor.
Previously known as Los Impalas, this Venezuela-based group eventually moved to Spain where they met with great success. The band’s discs, which encompassed a mix of different styles, were well received and are now relished by collectors
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