Dave Mason has returned, after too long away, to his birthright in Traffic — but, interestingly, not from the typical nostaglic perspective. Instead, he’s reworked “Dear Mr. Fantasy” as a searing blues rumination, steering the psychedelic Traffic classic in a completely different direction.
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‘All of it blended together’: Garth Hudson remembers the Band’s beginnings ahead of London Music Hall of Fame induction
Garth Hudson receives a rare moment of individual recognition this weekend, as the endlessly inventive co-founding multi-instrumentalist in the Band is inducted this weekend into the London Music Hall of Fame.
If you were wondering how the perennially circumspect Aimee Mann came to be in a band called the Both with riffy indie-rocker Ted Leo, look no further than the aptly titled “Milwaukee” from their forthcoming eponymous debut.
There could have been no more perfect moment for Emmylou Harris’ timelessly lonesome sound to intertwine with Rick Danko’s and Levon Helm’s, as the Band relays the horror of a riverboat settling to the bottom of Big Muddy.
For Neal Schon, the chance to connect again with childhood mentor Carlos Santana has been more than a musical journey: The Santana band reunion has been an emotional one, too.
Our second taste of this forthcoming Black Country Communion-offshoot band‘s self-titled debut finds California Breed riding a firmament readjusting beat from Jason Bonham toward lip-smacking heavy-rock nirvana.
In 1973, director Alejandro Jodorowsky put together a psychedelic mindfuck of a film called The Holy Mountain that became an underground sensation — in no small part because John Lennon and Yoko Ono put their stamp of approval on it
There are times when a video is just a distraction, something that quantifies a song to the point where it no longer possesses that thunderclap of personal meaning. Then, there are videos that help you hear something else in a track you thought you already knew.
Just as much as the first track from Brian Eno’s forthcoming collaboration with Underworld’s Karl Hyde was girded by a doomy sense of portent, “Daddy’s Car” is a compulsively listenable ride — all scronky keyboard blips, ass-moving beats and late-night promise.
John Frusciante continues his deeply intriguing, deeply idiosyncratic solo career, underscoring just why he had to leave what was once thought to be a career-defining partnership with the Red Hot Chili Peppers.