Like the whoomp from pouring too much firestarter on and throwing the match in, this band is in your face, exciting and a bit scary at the same time, with its snarling guitars, sneering vocals, and the heft of every possible item in the garage.
Camilo Lara teams up with some influences from the southern hemisphere to bring about this collection of decidedly cumbia-inflected tracks. The sounds lean heavily towards the casiotoned but are expertly counterbalanced with orchestral decorations.
The necessities of busking NYC subways gave birth to this trumpet-sax-drums trio, and on this outing they turn their ears towards the honks and thumps of the boom-bap, building up a collection of soulful and engaging loops out of brass and skin.
Your Jack is a trailer-park poet singing his life into your answering machine, backed with a stripped-down bluesy combo. You will laugh, you will cry, you will sing about sweet countertop love, you will want to give the bass player a goddamn medal.
Music about putting one foot in front of the other… whatever gait you choose, Mosey Home has a song for you.
All Pokey LaFarge is asking for is some time for his cowboy haikus.
Special prosecutors Kiwi Jr. assure the jury the pictures are as accurate as they could make them.
Sparkling clean Jamaican sounds from this soulful Los Angeles outfit can extend your summer by a few weeks and keep you warm through the winter, and well, it's good for any season you'd like to infect with good vibrations.
The Foot + Leg Clinic would like to know about your posture and proclivity for dancing.
As expected, it sounds like the first half of a Ray Bradbury novel, where the bright colors, joyful sounds, and easy smiles let you know something is deeply, deeply wrong, or possibly just inexplicable, or mysterious, but unabashedly psychedelic.
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