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.
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...
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.
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.
Just when you thought the days of major labels’ swooping down from above and plucking obscure bands from the bowels of local music scenes were gone, along comes the news that one-man straight-edge softcore band PlayRadioP...
On the surface, the reserved euphoria that permeates Themes for the Ordinarily Strange by the Los Angeles duo Airpushers suggests any number of rock-influenced rap bands (or rap-influenced rock bands). But listen a little deepe...
As you may (or may not) have noticed, Will Rogers Memorial Center Auditorium is on its way to becoming a bona fide rock venue, kind of like our very own Gypsy Tea Room, in Dallas, minus the gross floors and stinky bathrooms.