Local rockers are generally good about helping one another out. When in serious need, I mean. Not when one of them needs a Tuaca shot.
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...
The Red Herrings do right by raw, loud punk-blues.
The label “garage band” may have fallen out of fashion years ago, but that doesn’t mean rockers no longer practice the art.
While half-dozing on the couch recently, I faintly overheard Jay Leno introduce his night’s musical guest. Never heard of her.
For the past 15 years, the voice of local music for Star-Telegram readers has been Malcolm Mayhew. He was here when The Toadies and The Old 97′s blew up in the early ’90s, and up until the past couple of years, when...
The Burning Hotels often get compared to The Killers. But the local quartet does the disco-rock darlings somewhat differently, chiefly by stressing melancholy over angry arrogance and by stripping glam of its cocksure poses to ...
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 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...
Local post-punk rockers deliver a master class in controlled chaos on their new, eponymous album.
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.
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.