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Shrapnel
By Ray Cummings
What Wavves' Nathan Williams vividly renders on cassette and aluminum isn't the Beach Boys' carefree beachscape, with its bathing beauties, surfboard-wielding Adonises, and...
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Live Wire
By Ray Cummings
In terms of originality, there's nothing brave about what these citizens are up to. Sonically, they worship at the un-nuanced, widescreen altars of U2, Angels & Airwaves, and...
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Live Wire
By Ray Cummings
There's nothing especially new about douchebag rock. The Rolling Stones, Lou Reed, and countless others have shoehorned the subgenre into the larger pop canon. But in the...
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Night & Day
By Ray Cummings
There's nothing especially new about douchebag rock; the Rolling Stones, Lou Reed, and countless others have shoehorned the subgenre into the larger pop canon. But in the...
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Live Wire
By Ray Cummings
Denver's Flobots seem intent on fomenting a populist revolution — or, at least, cashing in on the sugarcoated, romanticized, anything-can-happen idea of one. Perhaps...
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Live Wire
By Ray Cummings
Poor RZA. When the studio overlord produces a Wu-Tang Clan masterwork, it lands on RCA or Universal. Yet this chessboard fiend, martial-arts aficionado, and Quentin Tarantino...
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Live Wire
By Ray Cummings
Try as you might, there's no knocking Jay-Z's hustle. So what if he's no longer president of Def Jam? So what if he's mostly irrelevant? So what if there are more literate,...
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Night & Day
Blitzen Trapper catches buzz through the fuzz
By Ray Cummings
Drum sets crash and explode; uncontrollable feedback erupts; random, screeching wraiths arrive and disappear with an equal lack of warning; relaxed fits of laughter compete...
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Shrapnel
By Ray Cummings
Drum kits crash and explode; uncontrollable feedback erupts; random, screeching wraiths arrive and disappear with an equal lack of warning; relaxed fits of laughter compete...
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Shrapnel
Clipd Beaks peck away at post-rock
By Ray Cummings
Greg Pritchard is a consummate multi-tasker. On an early November afternoon, the Minnesota-bred musician is conducting a telephone interview with a reporter from an Oakland...
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Live Wire
By Ray Cummings
God bless K Records' tousled-bedhead messes, but it's a mystery to us what, exactly, Saturday Looks Good to Me are doing on this label's roster. These Ann Arbor, Michigan-based...
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Live Wire
By Ray Cummings
Cave Singers frontman/guitarist Pete Quirk doesn't need a band, really. He's got a vocal delivery so weathered and lived-in thin as a middle-aged woman's croak, almost,...
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Shrapnel
Glossy format
By Ray Cummings
So witty, so inquisitive, so downright loquacious is Elisa Ambrogio that a telephone interview with her threatens to unravel at any given moment, to turn obliviously tangential...
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Live Wire
By Ray Cummings
The output of Brooklyn duo Mouthus consists for the most part, anyway of variations on sepulchral groans. Brian Sullivan's imploding, acidic guitar gestures and...
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Live Wire
And she can sing, too
By Ray Cummings
From blandly cute child stardom to booty-licious, cold isolationism to diva-level, so-in-luv obsession to pan-media omnipresence that's the trail former Destiny's Child...
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Live Wire
Very green
By Ray Cummings
Kajak the sophomore long-player from namesake/frontman Benedikt H. Hermannsson's Icelandic easy-listening band may not be the textbook definition of a guilty...
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Live Wire
Don't ask
By Ray Cummings
No calendar year is complete without at least a handful of insurgent, crit-consensus staples that can't quite win over the populace. M.I.A, Strokes, Liz Phair we're...
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Live Wire
Kiss her sass
By Ray Cummings
Two songs on The Shapes We Make show the influence moving back to Washington, D.C., has had on Mary Timony's writing. The spritely "Sharpshooter" as close as the...
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Live Wire
Keep your hands inside the vehicle
By Ray Cummings
The Los Angeles coeds in Silver Daggers bring the apocalyptic no-wave party ruckus, and then some: They're a viciously exuberant counterpoint to like-minded labelmates Coughs....
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Listen Up
Beach House (Carpark Records)
By Ray Cummings
Airily pretty, vicariously depressing, and just plain emotionally exhausting, the Velvet Underground & Nico tune "Sunday Morning" nailed comedown bummer rock with such...
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