Music

Shaolin Death Squad

The Show
There are concept albums, and then there’s Shaolin Death Squad’s Intelligent Design.


Ghostcar

Listen Up
Blending some of the finest players from some of North Texas’ most formidable — and departed — bands, Ghostcar is an achievement of out-of-the-box experimentation. The group dabbles in body-moving groove as well as Latin ...



Bandmates

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The sound of The Bandmates’ The Buddha and the Alien is genteel psychedelic straight out of the 1960s and early 1970s. Self-produced by songwriters and vocalists Kimberly Cody and Susan Carson, the result is a bit self-indulg...


Stealing the Show

The area’s only independent music store for rockers, Sessions Music slowly recovers from a robbery.
CAROLINE COLLIER
Almost a year ago, when Sessions Music first opened on White Settlement Road, owner John Zaskoda and a rotating cast of his music instructors would stand outside their door and watch doves circle and dive.



Anne Feeney

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Anne Feeney’s If I Can’t Dance ranges from traditional folk to rock ’n’ roll to rap to a Spanish ballad.


Teenage Symphony

The Show
At what point does a fascination with childhood become just plain creepy?



Bob Margolin

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As with most blues, feel and sound matter more than lyrics. The words don’t always matter because the emotion in every real blues song is, in some way, about stumbling down an alley and hitting a wall you didn’t know was th...


The 2006 Tally

Our debit and credit columns just don’t add up.
ANTHONY MARIANI
Fort Worth isn’t the same place it was as little as five years ago. It’s more populated and developed, sure, but, more importantly, it now has an impenetrable resistance to being casually referred to as Dallas’ little bro...



Radio, What’s New?

Hearsay
I know I’m going to get a raft of shit from my boys at The Good Show (Sundays 9 p.m.-midnight, 88.7-FM/KTCU), but as a devout listener of terrestrial radio (commercial and public alike), I gotta give props to The EdgeR...


Aimee Mann

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When an interminably melancholic and arty rock singer-songwriter like Aimee Mann releases an album of yuletide tunes, you have to wonder: Whatever happened to Christmas?