The audience for Christian hardcore bands probably isn’t that large. There’s just something about singing to Him in the kind of gravelly, loud, guttural voice normally reserved for bloody murder. Gives a whole new meaning t...
The Roots’ live prowess and artistic versatility have never been fully harnessed on any of the hip-hop band’s several studio albums. Taken together, the records are a chronology of an evolving, maturing group. Still, while ...
Kinky Friedman’s songs are known more for their titles than what the music sounds like. “They Ain’t Makin’ Jews Like Jesus Anymore” and “Get Your Biscuits In the Oven & Your Buns In The Bed” appear in article...
Fort Worth isn’t normally thought of as a progressive arts town. Yes, there are a few folks here who do some amazing, edgy stuff. But most Cowtowners, artists and fans alike, would instinctively opt for classical or popul...
Nathan Schneidewent, Titan Moon co-songwriter and guitarist, has just driven back from a Saturday night gig in Shreveport, and, boy, is his voice tired. It’s a grateful weariness, at least for the moment, born of the knowledg...
Before I took over this column about five years ago, I decided not to be negative. Spewing vitriol about local/struggling bands, clubs, and events only riles readers up and imbues the writer with a false sense of importance. I ...
Funk? Check. Jazz? Check. The kitchen sink? Check.
There are basically two kinds of retro bands — ones that hew closely to the old school, and ones that occasionally flip the script.
Sometimes, a c.d. requires several spins before its tasty subtleties rise to the surface.
On Monday nights back in the day at The Wreck Room, Daniel Katsuk and his A-Hummin’ Acoustical Acupuncture probably drew bigger crowds on a regular basis than some of the weekend shows around town.