Music

Michelle Mayfield

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The title of Michelle Mayfield’s most recent c.d. comes from a Ralph Waldo Emerson line: “What lies behind us and what lies before us are small matters compared to what lies within us.” What’s within Mayfield seems to b...


Regina Spektor

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While half-dozing on the couch recently, I faintly overheard Jay Leno introduce his night’s musical guest. Never heard of her.



Urizen

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Urizen is a local metal quartet, though “metal” may be too limited a word to describe exactly the kind of racket Urizen makes. Their music also has touches of jazz, Threepenny Opera, and pianistic lounge, among other stuff....


Jason Boland & the Stragglers

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Jason Boland & the Stragglers promote themselves as country outlaws, but if their new c.d. is any indication, they might be in a transition period.



Red Scare

Local post-punk rockers deliver a master class in controlled chaos on their new, eponymous album.
CAROLINE COLLIER
The five guys in Red Monroe think of themselves primarily as a live act — they say that onstage is where their bombastic post-punk has room to breathe. But their studio work sure hasn’t suffered.


It’s Hip to Be Square

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I love hipsters, I really do. I know I make fun of ‘em a lot, saying they’re too cool for school, that they’re way too predictable, and that they’re really just grown-up mama’s boys.



The Burden Brothers

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No reason to describe this one in faux-poetic terms or edu-ma-cational journalism. The Burden Brothers’ new album Mercy rocks your backside about 75 percent of the time. As for that remaining 25 percent, you’ll be wondering...


The Damnwells

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The Damnwells have come a long way since recording their debut c.d., the stripped-down Bastards of the Beat, in a mini-storage unit in Manhattan. They produced their new album, Air Stereo, in a real studio, and it’s so clutte...



Bonnie “Prince” Billy

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Multitalented artist Will Oldham has kept busy over the past couple of years.


The Evangelicals

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Any band that opens an album with a minute-long instrumental prelude of squiggling, squealing synth guitar lines — and calls it “Mouthful of Skeletons” to boot — is either A) dangerously smitten with Radiohead, or B) to...