Guantanamo Baywatch :: Desert Center
The name is jokey but the songs are seriously warped surf-style instrumentals with occasional vocals and other trickery.
The name is jokey but the songs are seriously warped surf-style instrumentals with occasional vocals and other trickery.
Aggressive sounds from Canadia. Driving rock anthems with well-defined melodies, chugging guitars, and galloping bass.
Dinosaur rock is alive and well here, and Coffey + Co deliver some great stuff that sounds like it came out of a 1970s time capsule.
A tribute to Allen Touissant organized by Stanton Moore, who plays drums for Galactic and many other New Orleans institutions. Featuring an all-star cast of NO funk and R+B luminaries, this collection of slickly produced proto-funk has something for everyone.
Reverb- and keyboard-drenched psychedelia fronted by urgent female vocals. Out of Denton, TX, a town whose bands always deliver.
Trent Reznor delivers more biting digial/analog fusion, with dark synth pads abetted by darker guitar tones.
A bold performance from Katie Crutchfield, who bares her heart and rips her chords out in a cathartic explosion that eventually winds down into a somber mood.
Lush pop with strange turns of melody and complicated hooks.
It’s all in the name… fast and fuzzy blow-up-in-your-face pop punk. With an attitude. These songs are all covers, but they’re from unknown/unsigned bands, so point to you, Teenage Bottlerocket.
Noisy blunt riff punk from Bordeaux, France, via Oh Sees label Castleface Records. Live, raw, and nearly unintelligible, this album showcases a rare moment in time for this two-piece.