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...
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...
Fort Worth’s James Michael Taylor goes and tells it on Slaughter Mountain.
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’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.
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...
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.
Back to Tulsa: Live and Loud at Cain’s Ballroom (Universal Records South)
This four-piece band from Oklahoma kills at live shows, especially for listeners hoisting beer bongs and sucking reefer.