Decked out in scandalous tight “weans” (white jeans), plus matching white neckties and suspenders, Handclaps and Harmonies are as squeaky clean as they look.
Any record that opens with foot stomps, handclaps, and humming can’t be bad.
Tired of our second-class city status? So is the Royal South crew.
One of the first stories I ever wrote for the Weekly was about local hip-hop. Most of the artists I talked to lived in the 817 but said they were from Dallas. Maybe they were ashamed of their hometown. Or afraid that no one out...
Depending on the night of the week, the Cuban-themed nightclub Embargo is a lot of things: speakeasy, place for live world music, regular ol’ bar, a required stop on weekend tours of the handful of swanky joints that have...
John Zaskoda is a staunch believer in grassroots music. The former lead guitarist for local singer-songwriter Scott Copeland and local band The Merchants opened his own music store not too long ago.
Ransom does it All 4 You.
For local mod-rock trio Ransom, everything has happened fast.
Randy McAllister’s eighth album, the soulful, roadhouse-bluesy Dope Slap Soup, is solid all the way through, with a couple of standout songs.
Another year, another music editor for the Dallas Observer. Last week, Jonanna Widner was reportedly fired, making her the third Observer music chief in about as many years to go and the second, along with Sam Machkovech, to ge...
Dallasite Andy Timmons, the fourth horseman of the instrumental-electric-guitar apocalypse — along with Steve Vai, Joe Satriani and Eric Johnson — is the aggregate of the first three.
Listen, elitist music bloggers, we get it.