For any rap fan who's familiar with the larger musical
canon, dopamine fires every time familiar classics are transformed into new rap
masterpieces - as is the case
here. To say that Hartford's
lyric laureate Blacastan merely "flipped" Simon & Garfunkel's "The
Boxer" does no justice to this irresistible interpolation.
Google MOTHERBOAR and you’ll get motherboards. This could be because the five-piece medley-metal juggernaut simply haven’t yet surfaced to their proper place atop the stoner-sludge dude chain. But we like to think it’s really because Google simply can’t handle their shit. We dare you to go directly to their Facebook page — where their newest album, The Beast Becomes The Servant, is freely streaming for a limited time — and listen all the way from “Croctosquatch” to “Zombie Vomit.
Worcester generally gets a bad rap. Turns out, it’s the rest of us who may be the suckers for not living there. Three-piece power-everything trio DOM call Worcester home for the sweet companionship of their equally catchy housemates, Goden Girls, but also for the sweet love they feel from the city itself. Dom’s “Jesus” might be the best thing to come out of Wormtown since Polar Orange Dry, and that’s saying a lot
Best known for the stomping blues and Appalachia-tinged roots rock of his Tarbox Ramblers, MICHAEL TARBOX takes a bit of a detour with his new solo disc. A decidedly more acoustic affair — recorded in Nashville and filled out with the occasional piano, pedal steel, fiddle, and trumpet — My Primitive Joy puts Tarbox’s voice and acoustic fingerpicking front and center, along with his shapely, dark, fateful songwriting.
Isom Innis — a/k/a SOUTHERN BELLE — tends to overanalyze things. This might spell trouble for him, but it’s really worked out for the rest of us. Take “Walk Out,” a ridiculously danceable slab of riled-up dreampop that you’d never guess was a cathartic purge piece about a lousy break-up until you sat and listened to it over and over on your headphones — and you will.
Cave-In came roaring back louder than ever last year, but that doesn't mean frontman STEPHEN BRODSKY is done foraging for eclectic new solo strategies. His new Here’s to the Future (a limited release on Hydra Head) pushes the psychedelic possibilities of acoustic-guitar jangle, layering lo-fi melodies with detuned, string-buckling chords and overdriven buzz.
In case the past 60 years of kids being in bands haven’t made it clear, parents just don’t understand. Especially the dickface dad we meet in the first few lines of “The Beating of a Lifetime” — a sparkly new jam off the new Work/Sleep EP from synth-toting post-punkers the Appreciation Post. “Beating” is a stirring “enough is enough” anthem for nonplussed youth outside Route 495, a fittingly posi backlash against the doldrums of the dull life — as well as the crumb-bums who claim to be over Moogs.
Out there on the ’nets, there’s been a pretty steady buzz concerning You Are the Magic People — the latest full-length offering from said MAGIC PEOPLE — since shortly after it leaked late last year. And it’s easy to hear why. “Fuck the Wind” sounds like an anxiety attack in a Lisa Frank sticker; John Manson’s bass and Al Deaderick’s Arp circle and growl tensely at each other on “I’m Telling You (About the Dutch)”; and on “The Pigeon and the Eggs,” an unsteady clockwork shoves its way through a shambling drone before the song powers itself up into a radiant anti-anthem.
Part motivational speech and part theme to your next car chase, this standout jam off the debut EP from the JP garbáge-rock trio THICK SHAKES is nothing short of fire under your ears’ asses. Mixed in with the Shakes’ usual recipe is an unexpected Farfisa scratch that feels like a spoonful of sand in a cup of black coffee.
VIKESH KAPOOR has been popping up in these pages over the past couple of years as one of the busier bodies in an auspicious young folk revival. No, wait, scratch that — “Am I a folk singer then?”, Kapoor wondered in a note to us about the title track of his new Newspress Scare seven-inch (Good People). He’d rather call it “a contemporary story song set against an Old World backdrop.
Next Friday will see the release of Fountain of Tears, the latest full-length installment of fabulously bent garage prog from Boston’s own MASCARA. Chris Mascara tells us that Fountain pays track-by-track tribute to a host of trailblazing iconoclasts and tragic heroes, from murdered poet Federico García Lorca to undersung soul singer Jackie Wilson.
Born as the solo project of one Ian
McCarthy, Conservative Man have, over the course of two albums and six years,
evolved into a full-fledged power-pop force. They already have two home bases (Nashua and Philly), but they’re fixing to make that three with a Cambridge release party for a new EP (recorded with the Luxury’s Jason Dunn).
Jack Younger’s venerable Allston hideaway has given Boston many treats over its 10-year existence (artists from Eli Reed to the Black Clouds to Tulsa to the Tampoffs have tracked there), but A Very Basement 247 Christmas might be his greatest gift yet: a front-to-back album of all-original Christmas music that doesn’t suck reindeer balls.
With a band like HOORAY FOR EARTH,
who keep one foot in Cambridge and the other in NYC, it'd be very convenient to
suggest their sound recklessly straddles the two like Rev. Moore's crazy
daughter from Footloose. Alas, this new track
sounds a lot bigger than Boston, Brooklyn and Beaumont combined. Well, not alas