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...
Maybe Doug Sahm never became a household name because he wasn’t an easy-to-categorize, one-note musician.
Sunday Drive’s Needle/Eye has a solid, guitar-based indie rock vibe, but the Dallas band’s third studio album does generic indie one better by being inventive on the skins. The disc chugs along quickly, with lots of snare d...
Sugarfoot is one of those c.d.’s that can be inserted in the space between the blues and rock without really adding anything new to the pile.
After dropping a slew of compilations and covers albums (one by caller-request for a radio station pledge drive), and being met with varying reviews, Yo La Tengo is back to form on a seamlessly style-shifting album.
Several weeks ago, when local musician John Zaskoda opened Sessions Music, a boutique guitar store on White Settlement Road near downtown, he had grand, good intentions: Offer intense private instruction, sell affordable gear a...
Aerosmith and Mötley Crüe are in town tonight at the Smirnoff, and if the pairing seems a little odd, realize that the bands have more in common than decades of drug use.
Red Monroe’s influences are obvious: the Stones, New York Dolls, The Animals, Moby Grape, and even a little Hold Steady action.
By some strange alchemy, ‘semi-dub-folk’ rockers Dove Hunter wring familiarity from the new.
A “dove hunter,” or “Southern Unknown,” is a mythical, winged scorpion. Dove Hunter is a relatively new North Texas band. What the two have in common is a sense of the startlingly novel tempered by familiarity.
A local rocker contemplates the beer-stained and resin-dusted glory of The Me-Thinks.
If you head east on Belknap, you’ll end up in Haltom City. You’ll know because the scenery turns into a seemingly never-ending loop of pawnshops, used-car lots, and shade-tree mechanics.