Metal has been waiting for a band like Dub Trio. After decades of countless bands mining the same themes, the same sources and the same sonic motifs, the genre was in desperate need of new blood in order to keep from getting so inbred as to be hopelessly impotent. Dub Trio has no choice but to be unique though; with no singer to howl or grunt the same tired lines by rote, the band has had to find new ways...
What did people listen to before Daft Punk became popular? The Chemical Brothers? The Prodigy? Yeesh. It seems like every good part of dance music today has some tie to the French duo. The amazing thing about this compilation is that it points out just how close to the surface their sound is, and how in many cases they have only tweaked certain elements of not-so-classic tunes and yet created something that sounds totally original. Their inspirations, their source samples,...
There is one element of Ryan Adams that will always remain predictable. No, it’s not his greasy matted locks or beaten blue jeans, his bizarre comedic banter or the broken heart pinned to his sleeve. Sure, these are a few of Adams’ familiar traits, but at any given time the man can (and will) flip his entire style upside down and leave yet another broken puzzle for his fans to try to piece together. And as this puzzle continues to...
To celebrate their 15 years in existence, Thrill Jockey has decided to put this celebratory compilation together—which gives them the chance to have artists on the roster cover…you know, other artists on the roster. It's a time-honored tradition usually regulated to one-off singles. So then this set makes even more sense when you consider that this compilation is available as a box of seven-inch singles. But the Dansette isn't available now and we're just taking a look at this as...
I have a friend who is fond of quantifications. "Top three songs you want playing at your funeral.” “Number one film to have in the event of catastrophic famine.” “Three albums you'd take with you to a desert island." Naturally, I find these questions hard to answer. Albums I would grab on the brink of mortality? Desolation? Starvation? MORTALITY?!!? That's asking for some pretty hefty loves. But I like that my friend asks these questions. I find myself thinking about...
It is a rare but joyous occasion when a music critic (and I say that with all necessary giggles) such as myself can coin a new genre. So with great hubris, I pronounce the birth of the hip-hop subgenre “post-backpack.” It has all the drugged-out breadth of the big post-rock boppers (Explosions In the Sky, Sigur Ros, Mogwai) layered in big, gooey streaks under the kind of explosively introspective verse that we’ve come to expect from such an underground legend...