Music

The Evangelicals

The Show
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...


Doug Sahm

Listen Up
Maybe Doug Sahm never became a household name because he wasn’t an easy-to-categorize, one-note musician.



Sunday Drive

Listen Up
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...


Packing Gatts, Clocking SAT’s

Hearsay
Nerdcore reached its nadir, to use a geeky term, a few years ago, with the debut c.d. from novelty act MC Hawking. The make-believe gangsta rapper took his handle from the theoretical physicist and Lou Gehrig’s Disease su...



Coal Fever

Fort Worth’s James Michael Taylor goes and tells it on Slaughter Mountain.
ANTHONY MARIANI
In James Michael Taylor’s new album, Slaughter Mountain, the singer-songwriter persuades us to walk a country mile — and then some — in his scuffed work boots; through coal mines, rivers, and cotton fields; alongside ghos...


Red Monroe

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Red Monroe’s influences are obvious: the Stones, New York Dolls, The Animals, Moby Grape, and even a little Hold Steady action.



Magic

By some strange alchemy, ‘semi-dub-folk’ rockers Dove Hunter wring familiarity from the new.
CAROLINE COLLIER
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.


Breaking In, Out

Hearsay
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...



The Wastedland

A local rocker contemplates the beer-stained and resin-dusted glory of The Me-Thinks.
STEVE STEWARD
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.


Cross Canadian Ragweed

Back to Tulsa: Live and Loud at Cain’s Ballroom (Universal Records South)
Listen Up
This four-piece band from Oklahoma kills at live shows, especially for listeners hoisting beer bongs and sucking reefer.