Proof of Youth
I highly doubt the Wachowski Brothers will read this review, but if they do, I have some advice for them. As you might have heard,…
Pains of Being Pure At Heart
The Pains of Being Pure At Heart are yet another up-and-coming New York band that will shock you awake -- kind of like when Marty…
Invitation Songs
It must be the combination of shuffle stomp percussion and picking and strumming that had Matador Records labeling the Cave Singers as a folk band.…
Fleeting Frequencies
If the Ramones hung out with Elvis Costello and the Talking Heads in the lunch room and spent their teenage years paying attention in high…
Don't Break My Heart
Fred Astereo’s Don’t Break My Heart is one of those albums that has a lot of promise buried in it, poking out on the surface…
Astronomy for Dogs
Astronomy for Dogs seems like a fitting name for the first album by the Aliens because pedigree has so much to do with disc. The…
Hideout
Film School has always frustrated me. The band effortlessly cultivates a deep and impalpable sense of cool in every note they’ve ever played, yet their…
Death to Palaces
Early last year, my friend and TIG colleague Chris Estey wrote this about the Young Sportsmen’s debut EP The Familiar Glow of Colliding Particles: “There's…
Favourite Worst Nightmare
Music can be like cars a lot of the time. There are cars that are flashy, sexy, and possibly questionable and dang, they're exciting. There…
In Our Nature
If ever there was an heir apparent to the emotionally bare music of the likes of Nick Drake, Elliot Smith or Jeff Buckley, José González…