Must Be Something in the Wine
I say "Grapevine," you say ... what exactly? Main Street, maybe? The only regularly bustling family-friendly retail strip in North Texas devoid of chain...
JJ & The Rogues: Sweet Talkers
The album starts with the sounds of waves crashing, boards creaking, and a British-accented chap shouting, “All hands!” A pealing ship’s bell segues to...
Handicapping the Music Awards
Music awards competitions are not perfect. Ours certainly is not. Is the concept itself? Hmm. On one hand, I don’t think pitting musicians against...
Phantomelo’s Sounds from Thin Air
Most musicians I know hate answering what most laypeople would consider a fairly simple, straightforward question: “What does your band sound like?” The dismissive...
The Crystal Furs’ Twee
Let me go ahead and get this out of the way: I absolutely loath “twee pop” – the phrase, not the music. I enjoy...
Kickin’ It Old-School
The Fort Worth Cats, one of the premier bands from the nigh-legendary Fort Worth "teen scene" of the 1960s, never technically broke up, at...
Dark Waves
The first time I saw Hentai Improvising Orchestra was on a sunny Saturday afternoon in the late aughts, out behind Doc’s Records & Vintage’s...
Welcome Home, Leon
Got to give credit to Leon Bridges’ people. His message is –– like his coiffure –– on point.
For about a year now, we’ve been...
Ballet Rocks
Singer-songwriter Brandin Lea's got rhythm, both in terms of, y'know, being able to play guitar and sing awesomely and also in the George-and-Ira-Gershwin, Ethel-Merman...
Ronnie Heart’s Neo-Disco Soul
Ronnie Heart is the bomb. Period. The last time I caught him was in the summer at a Friday on the Green, a monthly...
