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Fans of folk-that's-not-afraid-to-rock will enjoy this sullen record. In these very pages, we have likened Berkeley to a Nick Drake meets Jeff Mangum-esque songwriter who has perhaps grown weary of a nomadic lifestyle that results from constant touring. These words ring true enough, but there is an absolute earnest quality to Berkeley's tales of deep love, home found within family and all things sad and joyous that simply cannot be understated.
It almost seems to have been created to lure hipsters away from the phrase, "I like most every kind of music except country. David Geist Inside the Flame. We're pretty sure there is no other musician living around here with an entire music space named after them, but pianist David Geist has accomplished this at Pranzo and oh so much more. He is a fixture, a local icon to those in the know and someone who deserves a listen from those who don't.
Here is a man who honed his skills in the pit on Broadway for shows like The Lion King and in the writing process with titans like Stephen Sondheim. Inside the Flame is a bit of a departure from his previous work of reimagined show tunes and standards and may be the first time Geist has shared so many original compositions.
There's a strange ease to these complicated pieces and an almost neoclassical undertone among the obviously Broadway overture-influenced pieces. A love of theater and appreciation for fine piano work might be mandatory, and Geist probably won't be able to count on brand-new fans. Music lovers who long for the golden era of theatrical music, however, will find themselves uplifted, moved, excited, overwhelmed and ultimately riveted. After all, it may be easy to separate a man from his accomplishments, but the proof of his pedigree is found within the music, and it is unmistakable.
Eryn Bent In the Gray: As long as we're all being honest, it's all at once impressive and unsettling that Eryn Bent would release an anthology. Yes, it's true that she works very hard and has a staggering amount of material, but isn't this usually the kind of thing musicians do further into their career?
Regardless, just like most double albums, there are winners and losers among the 30 songs. Bent is at her best when she reaches into the tragedy of her own experience and goes whisper-quiet. Don't expect an epiphany, but In the Gray sure would be a great accompaniment for your next breakup. Glen Neff Chains to the Moon.
Some of his work is also featured on the roster of LA imprint Jamboe Entertainment. Both do a sturdy business in atmospheric-music sales. It beats Kenny G. There's a lot to be said for Megan Burns' dramatic and emotional songwriting style when she breaks out her acoustic guitar and goes it alone, but the new indie-synth direction she dove into with last year's It's Our Job to Know We're Dinosaurs proved that even when she's evolving, she can get the point across. The new songs are more confident and layered than past keyboard-heavy tracks we've heard from Flamingo Pink!
She deftly avoids the pitfalls of today's faux indie-kid obsession with Korg-driven hipster-synth garbage for seven endearingly lo-fi tracks that seem to be the natural progression of her newly minted experimental side, and although she may not have written the book on how to dabble in electronic composition, if she holds onto her trademark vocal style and continues to probe nontraditional means of musicianship, great things are bound to happen.
Melissa Gail Klein knows how to find the proper backup for her bluegrassy Americana tunes. Folks like Ben Wright, Greg Butera and Paul Feathericci pop up to help out with guitar, pedal steel and drums, respectively, but it speaks volumes about Klein that she would be the standout aspect on Wind. In a genre where female vocalists tend to sound the same, Klein's phenomenal voice sounds unlike anything else you already know, and she goes even further by being a great lyricist who can tap into a youthful innocence while projecting a wise worldliness.
Plus, she plays the banjo, so yeah, suckers—it's good. If there is even any complaint possible, it's that this release is an EP, and we want more. Hidden Whale I'm With the Band. Hidden Whale's debut takes a tongue-in-cheek approach to serious musicianship by cooking up silly themes and conveying them through funky rock beats, jazzy bass lines and some of the catchiest vocal melodies of all time.
Topical tunes like "Cell Phone" point out our society's weird tech obsession, while the super-funk-meets-lounge-act jam "Medication Time" recalls the later work of the Aquabats and actually contains a timely, sad-but-true portrayal of prescription drug abuse.
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And what else would you expect from the mind of the Gluey Brothers' Jim Goulden and his insanely talented wife, Angela Gabriel? The drag may be that Hidden Whale's penchant for novelty music is best experienced live, and saving the overtly serious songwriting—which seems much more sincere—for closing track "Rollin' With the Punches" is disappointing.
Duane recruited Jai Johanny Johanson Jaimoe after hearing his drumming on a songwriting demo of Jackie Avery, and the two moved into his home on the Tennessee River. The title track became a surprise hit on radio, peaking at No. Executives suggested to Walden that he relocate the band to New York or Los Angeles to "acclimate" them to the industry. Wikiquote has quotations related to: The brainchild of a town promoter and real estate Bent is at her best when she reaches into the tragedy of her own experience and goes whisper-quiet.
If that's the tip of the iceberg, show us what else you've got! The bottom line, however, is that it's fun, and that's really the point, right? High Diver High Diver. Bands like Hum and Duster proved that there's a place for soft beauty within the realm of heavily distorted rock jams, and the newly formed High Diver comprised of St. John's College students takes this concept to exciting new places with their eponymous lo-fi debut.
Droney in nature and brimming with subtle nods to blues-rock, poppy metal, '90s alterna-rock and beyond, vast ballads form amid the fuzzed-out avant-garde movements. This shit is the reason college kids were put on this earth: It would be great to make out the vocals, which sadly never happens, but if one has to choose between discernable lyricism and unearthly killer jams, the latter should usually win out.
Human 2 One Under a Tree. Delicate and focused finger work on dual six-strings adds a certain Simon and Garfunkel-ness to the proceedings, while a few clumsy flute interludes distract from the album's otherwise-infectious lazy-Sunday, early-'70s feel. Expertly produced and engineered by Grammy-winning producer Larry Mitchell, Justify finds the duo ditching much of the indigenous-instrumental flavor found on past releases for tamer American-folk arrangements. Switching instrumental formulas may seem risky, but it shows just how protean these two artists truly are.
As always, themes of loving the earth and each other abound. For the uninitiated, this album is a perfect entry point to the band. If you wish to enjoy this record, you must fall into a very specific category of music fan. That is to say that even though Whitcomb and crew are all clearly stellar musicians with a knack for breezily enjoyable fare, anyone who hasn't done their jazz homework will find it hard to get into the swing of things.
Don't get me wrong, they've managed to skirt the mind-numbing irritation of free-form noodling which is really more for the player, right? Now, if long-form songs, familiar melodies and serviceable structures are high on your list of album priorities, Tales was made for you. Think of it as your "Break Glass in Case of Jazz Emergency" record for when the albums from guys who already did this a million times over have all mysteriously gone missing and you've just gotta get your trumpet on.
Jack Lorang Triennial Discography. Shoegaze lyrics and drugged-out late-night guitar arrangements take front and center in this compilation, which draws from three previous releases by this Taos indie folkster. Although delivered in a laconic, delicate manner, Lorang's lyrics share a vivid and bittersweet perspective on life and nature as recounted by the lonely drifter.
Fans of '90s grunge rock and lo-fi indie folk of all eras will gravitate toward this hodgepodge. And yet the whole thing—yes, the whole thing—is a revelation. As for us, the listeners, we are gifted with a tremendous undertaking that pulls together a veritably unreal cadre of local musicians for the first irrefutably must-have album of and, without a doubt, one of the best pieces of musical art to come out of Santa Fe in as long as we can remember.
And it is brilliant. We often hear that Santa Fe has so much talent for a town so small. Here is the challenge with creating convincing blues music in The Jeronimo Keith Band seems to have found an answer that works for them, and it's a sound that works well for the listener of the band's debut self-titled album. The answer is diversity. Released earlier this year, the eight-song effort explores a variety of subgenre blues, ranging from train shuffles and swing blues to Southern and alternative rock.
Jess Sussman drums and Jesus Cabrales bass anchor the band with journeyman-like competence. This record won't create any new converts among those who view contemporary blues through a jaundiced eye.
But in the hands of the Jeronimo Keith Band, the venue-shaking, roots-rocking tradition of straight-ahead American blues-rock remains nicely represented in Santa Fe. Jessie Deluxe Jessie Deluxe, Vol. The novel resurgence of straight-fucking-rock that came in the form of post-hipster nonsense bands like Jet was a real heartbreaker, and the world cried out desperately for something they could down beers and smoke cigarettes to.
This may finally be that record. Jessie Deluxe seems to have found this glorious middle ground that exists someplace between dirty Southern riffs, the fast-living thrill of the late '80s Sunset Strip and Hole if Courtney Love ever had a clue about what counted as punk-fucking-rock. This lady has range, both vocally and musically, and can get you dancing with a song that grooves, like "Whiskey," or just as easily give you a reason to cross your arms and angrily bob your melon with "Dummy Dust.
Hell, this whole damn record is sexy. Jim Almand I'll Call You. As a guitarist, vocalist and lyricist, Almand shines on I'll Call You. Also plays at 2nd Street Brewrey and many other places around the area.
Watch for him in local paper in the nightlife secion of local happenings. Played at The Cowgirl for years. I have everthign he's "released and catch him when I can. He also plays Europe from time to time and has quite a following over there. I really like his stuff!!! This may be an entry point to ask a question Is there a music scene in New Mexico? Our plans are to settle in the Alamo Area having purchased the land several years ago.
I hope not to just fade away and greatly enjoy my work as a freelance musician. While we love the area we have bought in I afraid it is going to take a great deal to continue with my music there as I'm not aware of any clubs anywhere near close to Alamo. I fact I've given thought to opening one thinking there could be a market. My guess is Alb. LC would be much closer and possibly with the University there are a few places. Any hints as to places to look? I'm in exactly the same boat you are in. I'm considering Socorro, partly because it's within a halfway reasonable distance from Albuquerque, where presumably there would be more gigs than anywhere else.
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