Post Tagged with: "Nonesuch Records"

Brad Mehldau and Mark Guiliana – Mehliana: Taming the Dragon (2014)

Forget everything you know about Brad Mehldau, who rose to fame via contemplative classical-leaning reimagingings of pop songs at an acoustic piano. This isn’t that. It isn’t even jazz

Emmylou Harris and Rodney Crowell – Old Yellow Moon (2013)

Gloriously free of the spit-shine that’s turned so much of Nashville’s product into pop pap, Old Yellow Moon has a homey, lived-in feel — like a conversation amongst old friends, with everyone showing their scars.

Ry Cooder – Election Special (2012)

Ry Cooder has a way with words, a way with song. He can catch a nasty groove, and toss off a ripped-from-the-headlines insult like nobody this side of Bob Dylan. Who can forget the way he cuffed around unscrupulous bankers last year?

Dr. John – Locked Down (2012)

More often than not, it’s seemed like Dr. John has relied on the dark mysteries of his voice — rather than the material — to sell his records. Of course, what a voice it is: Full of wry sweetness, weed-smoke inscrutability and spicy indignation.

Brad Mehldau – Ode (2012)

Time away from the studio has apparently given Brad Mehldau time to compose, and this long-awaited new trio studio release is better for it.

Caetano Veloso and David Byrne – Live at Carnegie Hall (2012)

The only question, really, is why this concert has been sitting on a shelf since 2004.

Carolina Chocolate Drops – Leaving Eden (2012)

The Carolina Chocolate Drops, despite their rocket-ride to Grammy fame in 2010, hadn’t yet made an album that captured their live set’s boot-scooting, blues-belting string-band revivalist verve — until now.

The Black Keys – El Camino (2011)

The Black Keys – El Camino (2011)

‘El Camino’ doesn’t so much try to follow up the Black Keys’ most acclaimed release as feel around on its outer edges.

Something Else! sneak peek: Ry Cooder, "No Banker Left Behind" (2011)

Tough times call for angry protest records, for political records, for records that produce rueful smiles. Ry Cooder has done that and more with “No Banker Left Behind,” a tart treatise on the recent financial meltdown