The jaunty trad-bluegrass standard “We’ve Got Franklin D. Roosevelt Back Again” is one thing (i.e., awesome), but young folks playing it today is a whole ‘nother something altogether (i.e., totally aweso...
In their melancholia, Collin Herring and Titanmoon reluctantly sit atop a bounty of excellent new CDs.
Alot of big local bands tend to put out new stuff this time of year.
A lot of burgeoning artists are fortunate enough to inherit their parents’ record collections and discover music they missed during its first go-around.
Bullet For My Valentine’s Scream Aim Fire is either a disastrous attempt by a Welsh metal band to sound as Californian as possible or a brilliant example of a Welsh band posing as a California band posing as a Welsh band.
Stumble into Pearl’s Dancehall & Saloon some night to catch a show by Randy Brown, the Insiders, or Tommy Alverson, and you’ll experience the sound and feel of a gin-yoo-wine Fort Worth honkytonk.
High times for jazz are here apparently. Last week, legendary composer Herbie Hancock won the Grammy for Album of the Year.
Further On is an often dreary, often satisfying mix of traditional and modern country with deep folk influences, despite the grunge-tinged electric guitar that thunders through most of the songs. Here on his third release since...
Though traditional C&W singer-songwriter Ginny Mac has just graduated from college, she’s old-school Old West.
Ginny Mac is a throwback of sorts. The slight, shy twentysomething Fort Worthian lives somewhere between her laptop and the vintage Western wear she finds at secondhand stores.
Russian-born Dallasite Manya Repnikova writes songs that manage to capture the electricity of moments like those just before a Texas-sized thunderstorm unleashes its payload.
For every great movie Spike Lee serves up, he drops a clunker or two. For every Do the Right Thing (1989) or Summer of Sam (’99), there’s a Girl 6 (’96), Bamboozled (’00), or Crooklyn (’94). But on...