Indie folk hailing from Langhorne, PA (how fitting) with pop sensibilities. Think Paul Baribeau meets Elliott Smith meets Voxtrot… Oh man, I love love love this. Some of the stuff is really bluesy, some of it is pretty soft… always…
For those of you seeking an escape from too-angry-girl vocals, saccharin pop or the predictability of Americana folk, Gigi Fouquet is a notable addition to your iPod. Offering a rich menagerie of sounds and beats, you will not regret spending…
Listening to Japanther is a lot like waking up drunk on the floor of a Bushwick loft after a Sparks-and-cigarette fueled bender. You feel giddy, you feel scene, and after about an hour your head is going to hurt like…
Every couple months I come down with a new indie crush. Sarah Lipstate from Parts & Labor held my still-beating heart for awhile. Then Marnie Stern had her turn. But after seeing Lissy Trullie open for the Teenagers last month,…
In indie circles, slapping genres on music usually leads to douchier-than-thou absurdity. Discontent over the wimpy, mainstream descriptive power of genres like “rock,” “pop,” or “country,” asshole critics and bloggers resort to “twee,” “baroque pop,” and “sadcore.” So while I…
Every year, there is glorious two-week stretch at the end of December and beginning of January where all the bloggers of the world pretty much agree to (finally) shut the fuck up and, you know, spend time with their friends…
Listening to the quietly sophisticated fairytale pop of Savoir Adore, you’d get the idea that they’re sweet, earnest people. And as far as I can tell, you’d be pretty right. A couple weeks back I had the chance to hang…
Everybody needs a change sometimes, and the Muslims (the San Diego indie rock band, not the richly diverse tapestry of peoples that adhere to Islam) dropped their name last month and are now calling themselves the Soft Pack, which I’m…
