The Mixtape

It's American Thanksgiving time, and there is nothing quite like food in the house.

Cheekface takes nothing seriously, not even my undying love for their questionable attitude.

I don’t care how many times I have to cut and paste Snõõper’s name to preserve those weird accents, they’re worth it.

For whatever reason, not that I’m complaining, listening to the Allah-Las always makes me want to light incense.

All hail the mighty kraken — it’s about time some brave band took up the Squid name for themselves.

Little Dragon guards a treasure hoard of beats and drama, but they are quite willing to share.

“New music from Sparklehorse” sounds like something from a fever dream, and it sounds like something from a fever dream.

The voice of your conscience is a very close match to the one you hear coming from Grandaddy.

When I hear the sounds of Islands, I am reminded of sparkling diamonds and shattered glass.

Andrew Bird always manages to fulfill that craving for pizzicato minimalism.